In which the format changes slightly, and I hope it's not too jarring.
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Huh. At least this one doesn't look like he'll give you a paper-cut if he tries to hug you. Impressive ears, though.
He clasps his hands together in a "here goes nothing" way and grins at her.
"So. How are you doing? I'm the Doctor. Hello!"
"Well, duh, I know that, I've seen pictures."
"Oh. Yes, I suppose you have".
"Sooooo…what are you doing here?", she asks with an exaggerated gesture. And she regrets it immediately.
"Well. Today it's his day to spend with Rose, you know, we take turns, usually. And then there's that clone of his too, nice fellow. We could merge, I suppose, but hey, this works out fine; and we all have other people to see anyway. But normally there's no problem, we also spend days all together, we get along splendidly; besides, he can make banana daiquiris and those are fantastic-
"Oh my God, you're him alright, you Martian rambler!"
"Yes, they say I do that." He adjusts his leather jacket. "Point is: he goes on and on about you, I'm curious, today I'm bored, came to see you. Nice to really meet you, Donna Noble. As me I mean." he concludes, and shakes her hand vigorously.
"Likewise". A grin. "Wait. What does he say about me?"
"Oh, that you are amazing, brilliant, fantastic -no, wait, he doesn't say that, that's kind of my thing- magnificent…"
"Well, he'd better damn well say that after all we've been through!"
"And that it's an unusual stroke of good luck that I never met you."
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Um, to quote him: 'Imagine if Donna was your companion! Oooooh, you'd get along like a house on fire! God help us, nothing would ever get done! You two would be too busy sassing at each other! Nooo, you really shouldn't meet her without me, I'm not leaving you two alone. The afterlife would probably end in an explosion of bickering!"'
"Oh, is that so? Has the Space Dunce seen himself talk with his successor?"
"Quite right", he nods.
"You still came, though".
"Of course I did!", he grins.
"Hm. I think I like you". His face takes the patented "I am an awesome genius Time Lord" expression.
"I am very likeable".
"And extremely humble too", she says, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I'm beginning to see what he meant".
"Oi! What does he know? Care to prove him wrong?"
"Ha! Of course! High-five!"
"Seriously? What are you, fourteen?"
"Aw, come on! Okay, mental high-five?" Now she can't help but chuckle.
"Alright. Mental high-five."
"Come along!" He grabs her hand enthusiastically. "Let Heaven tremble before the awesome might of the Bicker-Buddies!"
"Oh, that's a good one".
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"Ah, molto bene, strawberry-flavoured, my favour-"
He freezes, a hand over the ice-cream, his face wearing the trademark wide-eyed "oh, crap" expression, sticky-uppy hair trembling expressively with emotion.
"What's wrong?"
"I felt a great disturbance in the Force", he quips.
"What?"
"Nothing. It'll work out okay, probably". He relaxes. "Well, if this place suddenly blows up, don't say I didn't warn you".
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Because Donna and Nine, motherfuckers.
Thank you for reading!