Oswald

"Oh.  Thank you."  He turned around and picked his gloves off the ground from where they’d fallen out from under his arm.

"It’s just what ordinary people would do… I assume. Anyway, it was just a suggestion so you don’t loose your favourite gloves.”

"I do my absolute best to avoid being an ordinary man.  I’ve never risked losing my gloves before, but your concern is appreciated."

                 ❝ No — no, please — pl-please don’t cry … ❞ [ His hand awkwardly reached out as he moved to brush the glittering tears away carefully. Usually, when she was upset, he would tickle her. He loved her laugh. But — right now, she wouldn’t remember that. After a moment of helping rid the tears, he rested back in his seat and just nodded a moment, remembering her question. ] ❝ Oh — well, he’s um … he’s funny. And — and we would time travel with him. To … to nice places! You always said Paris was your favorite … ❞

"I don't recall--" With another shake of her head, she asked, "Time travel? Is that even possible?"

"Oh.  Thank you."  He turned around and picked his gloves off the ground from where they’d fallen out from under his arm.

"It’s not sentiment, only practicality.  They’ve been the best pair of gloves I’ve ever owned, and there’s no sense buying a new pair when these are still just fine.  Besides, my dropping it was a rare fluke."

"Well… If that’s what you think. But to me it seems as though you do indeed have a sentimental attachment."

"I don’t do sentiment, and especially not when it comes to clothing," he lied. Admittedly his attachment was to his scarf not his gloves, but he still wasn’t planning on mentioning it.

"Well, it still seems like one to me." Clara mumbled to herself. "If you weren’t sentimentally attached, you’d go and buy a new pair…"

"Why would I buy an entirely new pair of gloves simply to accommodate the use of a smartphone?  Particularly when my current ones are in fine condition otherwise?"

"It's just what ordinary people would do... I assume. Anyway, it was just a suggestion so you don't loose your favourite gloves."

"Why am I scaring you, Clara? I’ve had to do it. It was a thousand people against an entire planet getting destroyed." 

"Wrong? That..that was the only thing I could do to save those people? Should I have let them die just to have no blood on my hands? Just not interfere at all and let a wonderful species burn to death? This, Miss Oswald, was the right thing to do.” 

"There was nothing right about what you did! Why can't you see that? Why couldn't you have talked it out? Why does it always, always have to end in death with you?!"

"Oh.  Thank you."  He turned around and picked his gloves off the ground from where they’d fallen out from under his arm.

"It’s not sentiment, only practicality.  They’ve been the best pair of gloves I’ve ever owned, and there’s no sense buying a new pair when these are still just fine.  Besides, my dropping it was a rare fluke."

"Well… If that’s what you think. But to me it seems as though you do indeed have a sentimental attachment."

"I don’t do sentiment, and especially not when it comes to clothing," he lied. Admittedly his attachment was to his scarf not his gloves, but he still wasn’t planning on mentioning it.

"Well, it still seems like one to me." Clara mumbled to herself. "If you weren't sentimentally attached, you'd go and buy a new pair..."

Please? ^-^

"Oh.  Thank you."  He turned around and picked his gloves off the ground from where they’d fallen out from under his arm.

"But they are just gloves. You can’t seriously be saying you have that much of a sentimental attachment to them that you can’t go and get another pair to use?"

"It’s not sentiment, only practicality.  They’ve been the best pair of gloves I’ve ever owned, and there’s no sense buying a new pair when these are still just fine.  Besides, my dropping it was a rare fluke."

"Well... If that's what you think. But to me it seems as though you do indeed have a sentimental attachment."

I love you all!

"Can you hide me?" "Come here often?" "Don’t drink that!" "Gotcha!" "Hand me that doohickey." "Here, try some of this." "I blame (insert name)" "I guess you did know what you were doing." "I have a bad feeling about this." "I have a good feeling about this." "I know a guy." "I think I screwed up." "I’m gonna get you!" "I’m not feeling well." "I’m not scared." "I’m too tired for adventures." "Is that my diary?" "Is there something on my face?" "It’s my fault." "It’s perfect!" "It’s your fault." "Let’s have an adventure!" "Not that one, the other one!" "Prove it!" "Stay there. I’ll make you breakfast." "That’s the dumbest story I’ve ever heard." "That’s the last time we do that." "There’s a first time for everything." "Where are you hiding?" "Where were you yesterday?" "Why are you crying?" "Will you tell me a story?" "You don’t need to prove anything." "You’re not looking too hot."

"That’s a really bad joke, quit it…"