I got this idea while I was scrolling through tumblr and came across a gifset with a bunch of tags that made me want to write this. So thank you to darvillains for the hilarious tags, swish-and-flickyr for adding them to the caption box, and to daedric-sandwiches for making it appear on my dash! And to my dear readers, please enjoy!
"#i can just see rose sitting on the bathroom counter as nine shaves #waiting for him to cut himself shaving because she knows he will eventually #and listening to his rants while smirking #and eventually he runs out of life forms because he goes on so much #so he just starts insulting cats #CATS DON'T HAVE TO SHAVE ROES #I'M A TIME LORD #WHY DO I HAVE TO SHAVE #I'M TOO CLEVER FOR THIS"
Disclaimer; I do not own the rights to Doctor Who, nor do I mean to infringe on BBC's copyright for publishing this work of fanfiction.
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It was a crisp Spring morning in London, the cool March wind playing with the budding leaves that had begun to pepper the bare branches and the bright sun warming the earth with its golden rays. The streets were just beginning to fill up with cars and pedestrians, the residents of the bustling city setting off on their daily commutes. People were offhandedly commenting on the nice weather as they passed faces they knew, conversed simply as they waited at the bus stops or flagged down cabs.
Well, at least on the planet below. High up, higher than the edge of the sky and into the stars, the TARDIS idled, lazily orbiting planet Earth. The deceptively small ship was content in its position, and its two inhabitants were as well.
Well, maybe just one of them.
"Ouch!"
Rose stifled a giggle with her hand at the Doctor's sudden outburst, knowing the string of events that was about to play out by heart. It was a weekly ritual by then, and Rose only loved the Doctor more and more each time they went through it. She was sitting on the bathroom counter, swinging her legs and holding herself in place with her hands as she watched the Doctor shave. His irregular pattern of shaving made him look daft; there were random spots of pale flesh in small sections of the shaving cream that adorned the lower half of his face. He always insisted that he shaved better that way, so Rose simply let him live in his delusion. After all, it was positively hilarious to listen to the Doctor rant about how clever and intelligent he was whenever he cut himself.
"I'm too clever for this, Rose!" The Doctor whined as he went for another stroke, not noticing as Rose mouthed the words with him. "Why do I have to shave? Those bloody Daleks don't have to shave! Not even a single member of any of the races we've met have ever had to shave! So why do Time Lords?" Rose simply shrugged as the Doctor looked her way, feigning indifference. The Time Lord huffed in annoyance as he looked back at his reflection in the mirror.
"Cats don't have to shave," he muttered darkly as he cleared another patch of stubble from his chin. As for Rose, she could hardly contain herself as she desperately tried to stifle her laughter.
"That's a new one," she finally managed, a giggle bubbling out of her comment. The Doctor glanced at Rose out of the corner of his eye, and as he continued shaving, he smiled lightly.
Nicking himself every once and awhile was worth hearing Rose's laugh and seeing her bright, adorable smile.