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On with the Story
Tea making and confusion
The Doctor was staring at the kettle, waiting for it to boil. He had put the tea bags in the tea pot. He was still feeling confused- about everything.
For starters, he was still working out who he was. It had still only been a short period of time since his regeneration, so he had a lot to find out still. From his reactions to the Sycorax, he still had the knowledge; that was a given as it would be passed down to each incarnation. Yet there were other things that were the same, his chatty, mouthy nature was still there, as was his trust in other people. He also didn't care for authority, another trait passed down. His senses were still good, although now he needed glasses to read, which was a drag. At least the glasses he was using were cool.
There were some oblivious differences. He seemed cheekier, more like a naughty schoolboy than a serious time traveller at times. He had become much more of a flirt. This wasn't that common in all the previous Doctors. He did wonder why that trait had particularly come about. Maybe it was because of Rose.
The same could be said for the accent. It had been a Northern one but in his new form it was a Southern one, specifically London. He felt that this time he had got a better deal. Smaller ears, good as it would mean people couldn't tease him about that now, having hair full stop, his head would be warmer in cold climates. The only thing was that he had lost height, but that wasn't a big deal, and he had become slimmer; that would mean hopefully lighter on his feet.
The kettle boiled, so he poured the water in the tea pot. As he did this, the sleeve of his brown suit jacket dragged into the pot. He swore in Gallifreyan and got it out. He tried to dab it with a dish cloth. He looked down at his clothes; they were interesting. He wasn't really sure why they were chosen. They called to him, he supposed. They had something of previous incarnations, a suit with a shirt and tie, but yet he had managed to give it his own twist,beige Converse All Stars trainers. It was old yet modern, for Rose's time at least.
There he was thinking of Rose again! He couldn't help it; she was an amazing human being. He still adored her, even after the regeneration. How could he not? She was intelligent, willing to sacrifice herself to save the world, incredible, gorgeous. Her brown eyes seemed always to be smiling, at least when ever he looked at them, and her blond hair was soft and touchable. She was so important to him; that she may never fully know. He had been so angry at himself when he had been incapacitated after his regeneration, during the recovery period, because she was left in danger. She could have died, and that depressed him greatly. He had made a vow to himself, after he had taken the TARDIS from inside of her, that he would always protect her, but how could he had done that stuck in bed? He was so glad that Rose had given him his sonic screwdriver and woken him up when the Christmas tree was attacking, or she would've died and he would've been responsible. Thank goodness for the tea being spilt, as that sped up the regeneration so he could save the world and Rose. The only thing that still lay on his mind was that did she want to stay? She did seem to want to now, but what about later, when she works out whom he is? Will she want to travel with him or go away because he can't compete? The tea was ready, so he put sugar in the cups; 1 teaspoon for Rose, 4 for himself. He wasn't sure why he took so much sugar in his tea, just part of himself. He poured a bit of milk in each mug, and then poured the tea.
"Tea's ready!" he yelled. He loved Rose so much, but he wasn't sure what to do next. His previous incarnation didn't 'do domestic' but did he?