#colorfulsixth

Who will throw their controller first.

How far the throw will carry.

Who will whip out their Sonic.

Whether they’ll blow the device up when they do.

Who gets the black eye.

“Is that jealousy I see?”

@colorfulsixth​ asked: 🎮 but then six gets mad and throws the control and claims two is cheating.

𝚅𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙾 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 || 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶!

WITNESSING HIS FUTURE MODEL ANGRILY DISCARD THE SMALL, BUTTONED INSTRUMENT IN A FIT OF RAGE WAS ENOUGH TO PROMPT HIS OWN BLOOD TO BOIL. As grumpy as he was known for being, that did not consitute true anger, an emotion he was actually seldom known for exhibiting unless in precisely the right circumstances. However, after playing host to the childish, immature behaviour unleashed by Technicolour Dreamcoat after what was supposed to be a relaxing evening, he had finally had enough.

SPRINGING FROM HIS CHAIR, HE PRACTICALLY FLEW TO THE TELEVISION OPPOSITE THEM AND SWITCHED IT OFF, BEFORE TURNING BACK TO FACE HIS OLDER SELF, A LIVID EXPRESSION HIGHLIGHTED PERFECTLY ON HIS FEATURES.

{ Send 😪 to meet my character suffering from a head cold }

The penguin staggered through the Tardis corridors, a large, bag-shaped ice pack balanced on his head, his black-and-white face flushed, and a mercury thermometer dangling precariously from his beak. He looked more like a 1930s cartoon of a sick person than an actually sick penguin, but his symptoms were realistic enough to make up for it; exhaustion, hoarse voice, fever, and a throbbing headache.

All he wanted was to make a cup of coffee and go back to bed, but he found his way impeded by the Doctor and his latest project, which was covering too much of the floor for the whifferdil recognise what it was or make it past the clutter. Frobisher took the thermometer out of his mouth and held it like a cigarette.

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      “The last time you said that, I came outside and half of London was on fire.”

   She rolled her eyes, looking away before uncrossing her arms and straightening up from leaning on the console.

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   Charlie found she was cringing slightly, as if she was pitying him. Her hand dropped from the opened interior TARDIS door limply, and she sighed.

      “You know I have to. We can’t always be together, you and me. We’re both too intense, if we went everywhere together the whole universe would be in revolutions and we’d both be in trouble then, wouldn’t we?”

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   For a moment, she could only really stare, off-balance, startled by his sudden declaration. Her shoulders shuffled slightly under her fur coat and she adjusted the strap of her bag across her chest before looking away.