Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn't mine. If it was things would be quite different. The BBC owns all and I bow before them.
Written for timepetalsprompt's drabble prompt: new.
The Doctor realized, two hours into his trip to the mall with Rose, that'd he'd definitely owed a new shopping gene to Donna. Not that he hadn't always loved a little shop, but never for something as boring as clothes.
Now they were in their third store and the time had flown as they assembled his wardrobe. There were still pinstripes of course, but also jumpers and skinny jeans that showed off his posterior assets and made Rose practically drool.
As a patch of black caught the Doctor's eye, he wondered if something else might too. He picked up the leather jacket and held it for her to see.
"What'cha think?"
Rose's eyes widened and then her tongue flashed between her teeth. "Fantastic!"
He beamed.