#madxman

The Ninth Doctor had gotten a distress signal on a certain planet. He answered it, still wanting to redeem himself for what he had done. He soon landed, got prepared, and walked out. He saw a man a little farther up. He looked funny. But he just walked toward him.

Hello! Do I remember you what a stupid question, of course I do! How could I forget you? :D Of course yes we must! 

It’s new, definitely. When her leather jacket-clad Doctor had regenerated into the one in pinstripes and Converse, the transition had been difficult for Rose to handle. She’d taken a few days to accept the facts (granted, him being asleep for half that time hadn’t helped), but it was no different this time. New face, new personality, new Doctor. You had to forgive the blonde for being unsure, at least for a little while.If anything, the Doctor seems to be the one unsure this time though, having had her absent for much, much, much longer than she’d had him absent in her life. And he was different now— there was no denying that; the years had changed him. But under all those layers and shields and walls, he was still the Doctor, wasn’t he? It’s why she breaks the silence between them by making the first move this time, a palm cupping his cheek as she leans forward, closing the space between them.                                   Different, yet still so familiar."—Hey. We still alright?" She doesn’t know how else to break the silence otherwise— talking was no good, not right now, when it obviously hadn’t been all sunshine and rainbows throughout his years without her around, either. He had secrets of his own, and he was entitled to keep them if they were of no concern to her.

With there back to him he couldn't see who it was. "Excuse me, mind telling me were the bakery is?"

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