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[Just Friends? meme from @timelrd​‘s Six]

“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.” ------------

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, Doctor, it’s that for you being offended is a lifestyle choice. And besides,” She smacked her lips over newly applied lipstick and reached for a tissue to blot, “I was certain it wouldn’t be your scene.”

         an umbrella appears out of nowhere, the graying man suddenly being shielded by the rain that down poured. a waitress from the restaurant inside, her name tag reading ‘ellanor’. 

          “ sir ? you can come inside if you like. “ she offered, voice so gentle as a delicate invitation. he’d just been standing out there, pacing back and forth or looking for something. 

❝Is that so? I do the same. Though, most of my thoughts are limitless, having to do with the TARDIS, time, space, and everything in between. My thoughts are innumerable like the stars in the sky.❞ The Doctor looked up from the console. ❝Perhaps you need to get more sleep.❞

Falling asleep was the most harmless action in existence, though, for Frodo into that specific timeline, it was always…complicated. There was a time when during his previous existence, sleeping peacefully was a habit turned upside down by outside circumstances --- when it became slowly a luxury to be able to closing his eyes, to focusing about relaxation and knowing he will returning into the physical sphere without emotional damages troubling him. He somehow created an envy of his antecedent self for such luxury: no heavier thoughts about someone else, about the impact of his actions, about the weight hidden behind his features, about a responsibility sense crushed him. Sleeping was likewise playing with the roulette’s game with his mind. There was no guarantee than no nightmares will tormenting him to no end, turning differently events he tried to overcome. Something who was the immediate consequence of someone who touched the Meta World plane --- when it common for one person to dealing with the closed world of witches from an observer standpoint or a brutally embedded player, there was remorse and regrets who follows…about how a move could have been more useful, treated more efficiently…about how forget that law of death. Most of it especially coming straight away from his own experience about remembrances of his past life in the middle of a remind of his smallness.

Travelling with future incarnations of the one he travelling with firstly wasn’t, relativity, that much damaging --- their dynamic would evolve in the flow of how their finding themselves into their relationship. He would shut down anyways the stories they shared together unless there was room to expressing them in safety. Travelling with past incarnations of the one he knew…was a different matter. Frodo’s approach remained unchanged however he realized there was some couple of things he couldn’t tell besides to watch circumstance of how. He met how Luke Skywalker’s Logic Error had been created maybe however not all the underline of the process of ‘how to be a witch’ had been showed --- Luke was a more or less a Witch when they met, regardless how many clues of understanding he giving him in the meantime as he was changing of plane of existence. He didn’t know the whole story about the Doctor. Possibly the ‘impact’ of his previous presence would be minimal if he managed to be smart enough. It was funny --- eventually, anyone close enough of Featherine would face the literal dilemma of such a theater.  

The time to sleep and to wake up was always hectic when the Time Lord was involved. It was constantly moving, able to be recreated the next days into others hours and by precaution, Frodo had wanted to be awake ‘early’ (since time wasn’t a notion who existed around him) in the fear of missing the destination. He also have to adapting himself to the newest personality of the Doctor, since it was an untouched realm so far (with the futures selves, how a witch would impacting their personality will be a common notion and within their perspective), turning him slowly as a companion of the fresh days. He had been trying not to stare too much about the landscape of the console room however the sensation of he will be travelling was amusing ; not past tense but a future and a present.

Susan had never thought of her grandfather as the sort of man who would have an office, though, she supposed he likely had one on Gallifrey when she was a child. She’d expected it to be... not messier, but more disorganized, she mused, though perhaps that funny little bald man kept things straight. Poor thing, she’d probably quite stressed him out when she’d invited herself in and declared that she would, in fact, be waiting for The Doctor, regardless of how long he was going to be.

[Touch Meme from @timelrd​’s Six.]

▰ : embracing them and holding them firmly against your chest // six gives the best hugs change my mind. ------------

... That was not the response she expected. It was not one she wanted, or so she might claim in the first second or two of arching and squirming like a recalcitrant cat. She was angry, dammit, rightfully so, and she would like to keep being angry, thank you, rather than letting herself be soothed.

But the Doctor was bigger than her, far more solid, and for a very odd and remarkable change, it wasn’t him she was angry with. His lapel brushed on her cheek, the blue and grey almost plain when the question mark on his collar and polkadot tie were the only other things she could see. For another half-second her shoulders remained defiant before she gradually, finally acquiesced, relaxing against him and letting her arms settle around him in return.