#adaptble

          a  spring  to  his  step,  hands  buried  deep  in  pockets  as  he  walks  toward  hogsmeade,  his  favorite  waitress  waiting  for  him  :  the  annoyance  he  awaits  upon  her  features  drawing  a  smirk  upon  his  lips.  her  bravery  interests  him,  the  way  she  speaks  her  mind  amuses  him,  there’s  something  he  recognizes  in  her  soul,  freedom  &&  fierceness,  it  draws  him  in.  a  quick  wink  is  offered  to  barkeep  after  door  is  pushed  open,      ❝  bollocks  rosie,  you’re  lucky  you’re  pretty  because  that  bloody  weather  is  awful,  ❞      hands  rubbing,  he  finds  a  barstool  upon  which  he  perches.

“𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙳” 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂. // accepting

    “Oh, I don’t know,” he says, trailing off for a moment, before his voice raised, “is it because I can? Because I want to? Because at the end of the day I am the only TRUE TIME LORD in this damned universe? Take your pick!”

          ah  yes,  of  course,  the  bravery  of  the  youth,  that  intrinsic  knowledge  that  the  truth  is  on  your  side  always  &.  rudeness  is  a  necessity  to  make  yourself  heard.  but  his  patience  is  limited,  shaped  by  experiences  &.  multiple  lifetimes  of  betrayal.       ❛  why  wouldn’t  you  ?  ❛      dark  eyebrow  arches,  waiting  for  a  reply  to  the  madness  he’s  a  recurrent  witness  to.

“ oh my me, They were ROOMMATES ?! ”

“ I changed my mind. It’s a bad idea. A stupid awful idea and we’re walking away as quickly as possible and never speaking of it again. ”

CHAOTIC SITUATION STARTER CALL // @adaptble​​ 

           ❝ wasn’t sure what you’d want so i ordered a bit of everything. ❞