on his upcoming application to teleios

[mr_manners]

... Why do I always have to be late to everything?

You know, for once, I would like to be early. Is that really too much to ask? Yep, that's exactly what I want. Early, and for people to stop kissing my wife.






... Yes, I know she's Amy. You don't have to rub it in.

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[keptbiting]

It wasn't people, it was Captain Hook. He doesn't count.

[unhand]

She doubted me. Of course I kissed her. You're lucky I didn't have her then and there. Her loss, of course...

[sassiopath]

I vote for hitting him. Hard. Just because it would amuse mehe should be warned about those things.

Also, you're late.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Try hitting them.

[mr_manners]

I can't just run around hitting people.

[mr_manners]

Oh, believe me. If he keeps pushing it, I just might.

[and such a look.]

You don't have to rub it in you know.

[mr_manners]

That is my wife.

[mr_manners]

He's a man who is not your husband. How does he not count?

[ofdrumsthesound]

Whyever not, they're kissing your wife! I'd have shot anyone who kissed my wife, and we didn't even like each other that much by the end of it.

[keptbiting]

He's fictional.

I'm sorry.

I mean, I'm not, because he's fictional and I needed the attention. But I'm sorry I upset you. I promise not to kiss anyone other than you from now on. Forgive me?

[mr_manners]

[Of course he does. And that's obvious by the look on his face.]

You. Not him.

[then he frowns]

Sorry I'm late.

[mr_manners]

Yeah, well, I find yelling usually works just as well.

[keptbiting]

[Perfect man.]

I'm used to it. I just miss you, stupid.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Yes, well. *He attempts a modest, even embarrassed look. It doesn't work very well, but at least he's trying.* I'm something of a homicidal maniac.

But I'm getting better!

[mr_manners]

.... I can see that.

[no he can't.]

[mr_manners]

I'll be there soon. Not soon enough, but soon.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Don't worry, I won't kill you. I've been trying to stick to killing people who deserve it, and despite my jealousy the Doctor's other friends are mostly good people.

Besides, I don't think you'd be much fun. Stoical expression, not much meat on your bones . . . nope, no fun at all.

[mr_manners]

... So you know the Doctor then?

[ofdrumsthesound]

We were friends in childhood, before I went mad. *He smiles ruefully.* He may be the last of the Time Lords, but only because I'm too broken to count. He's the last because I've spent more time dead than alive, because I keep myself hidden away most of the time, and because no one wants to admit that their oldest friend and last fellow-countryman is a horrible mad thing that can't be trusted with a butter knife.

Mentally, physically and in every other way, I'm broken. I'm megalomaniacal, bipolar, sadistic and shell-shocked, just to begin with. My body is coming apart. I've died so many times I can't keep count.

. . . tell him I miss him, will you? Ask him to come visit. You and your wife can come too, I promise I won't eat either of you or anything.

[mr_manners]

Sorry. We don't really see the Doctor much anymore.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Alright. But if you do.

. . . I wish that we'd stayed children, he and I. It's so lonely without him.

[mr_manners]

I'll let him know.

Good place to fade?

[ofdrumsthesound]

Thank you.

works for me

[mr_manners]

You're welcome.

[forever_sonic]

Amy troubles, Rory?