#exspes

      CAT FOOD.       All he was trying to do…. was get cat food. His cat was the most important thing in his life (not that he’d like… Openly Admit that..) so he was determined to get that food home for his baby. And sure, he could’ve just WAITED but.. The poor little guy was so hungry and he was giving him theseEYES and…     He didn’t even take any shortcuts or detours. Just took his usual route. Which, given, was kind of a shortcut. STILL.  James stood there with his back pressed hard against the brick wall, clutching a bag of cat food as if it were the thing that was keeping him alive. His glasses slipped down his nose a little, and he swallows dryly.     He was just… trying to get home to his cat…. But then there was this, this–this THING and a LIGHT and then this man? With–what was that, a WAND?A stick with a light that buzzed??  And then there was– well. Honestly, it was all kind of just a blur at this point, and maybe he’d already begun to repress it but, what he DID remember, was being TERRIFIED for those few moments. And then it was over as fast as it had begun.

    So naturally, he just stood there dumbly for a long while, just trying to process in his brain what just happened. Slowly, his glances down at the bag in his arms, then back to the stranger with horrified astonishment. And heWANTED to ask what just happened, but a big part of him honestly just DID NOT want to know. Ignorance is bliss, right?

                      “ Who—wha’–” he inhales deeply. “–Uh…  I… Th…   s o r r y. ”

( TRACKING an unknown creature for a month in a very, very unintersting place wasn’t something The Doctor wanted to do, however he does feel rather lonely than usual )

                      ( pesky thoughts )

( HIS ATTENTION QUICKLY shifted back to  the human who he just saved, a small look of mixed feelings )

                                        ( worried, concern && strangeness filled his own face )     ( AFTER looking around there was no sign of the creature                        anymore, he saw how the man was agitated )

“ I’m The Doctor--”

( HE ATTEMPTED BEING calm && understanding )

                                                                   “ --you don’t have to apologize ” 

( QUICKLY shifting gears )

                “ NOW, what do you have over there ? ” 

                                             Crikey, but what a deliciously anxious, knife-wielding, carrot-catapulting little fellow !! Dirk finds himself positively charmed --- it’s not every day, if any day at all, that he is faced with such a dire threat to his crown-winning title of man with the jitteriest nerves! And doesn’t it ever just make for the most PLEASANT change in his usual routine of flounder-flail-flee?! 

“ The police? ” Oh, why must they all SAY that? Some things are bound to be timeless in their annoying persistence. It does get boring, after a while, to always have to slog through the same repetitive, unimaginative onerousnesses whenever he very politely tries to find his way into other people’s lives - and, admittedly, their houses. After all, he’s consistently, or at least primarily, regularly, sometimes, often-enough-to-count-for-something doing it for the sake of their own well-being! Fine --- perhaps it’s not particularly nice, nor a widely accepted part of social interaction, to weasel stealthily through a door that has, in the absence of its owner, been blessed with an additional new pair of keys fitted to its lock. But even so, Dirk considers himself a PLEASANT weasel, the kind to shine at tea parties and come equipped with a perfectly acceptable reading voice. Definitely not just any old beastie deserving to have a pointy metal utensil swung at its face. 

                                                                                                            “ Eurgh. You really don’t want to do that. I am, if I may be so bold as to draw your attention to it, just STANDING here, like a normal innocent detective person, whereas YOU, my dear man, are currently and very rudely threatening me with a knife! I should be the one alerting authorities! Are you even LICENSED to brandish anything sharper than a spoon ?? Could you, ” he adds with an emphatic eye-roll that somehow, s o m e h o w  manages to tiptoe past the border of irritability and emerge in the realm of fondness, “ perhaps put this down while we attempt to have a decent, peaceful, non-injury-causing, un-knife-y conversation?! Ah --- over dinner, I’m thinking?! See, I’ve snatched up just the right moment to pop by for a little surprise visit! What are we having? I could help you with the preparations; I do a bloody fantastic thing with mashed-up crisps and blue food colouring. And none of it, I’d like to stress, involves the need to be all stabby! ”

♕  —– Send me a url and I’ll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them.

sleep headcanon

Kayato tends to go to sleep around midnight almost every night, even though his mother sends him to bed at nine o’clock sharp. Usually, he’ll play one of his handheld games–and if it were dead, he would toss and turn for most of the night. Since he’s so accustomed to staying up, it’s now more of a habit, if anything. Even if he goes to bed at eleven, he still can’t fall to sleep until twelve, no matter how tired he may be. 

Kayato also sleeps on his stomach more than his sides or back. He’ll fall asleep in a matter of minutes once he is comfortable, limbs spread about. 

angry/violent headcanon