Oblong Octopi
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To ErinKenobi2893 (guest): Thank you so much for all of your reviews, both for this story and my two others! And I definitely agree with you about the Doctor's speaking patterns. :)
Is this chapter late? Yes. Am I sorry? Yes. Will I try to get better with updating? Yes. Will I? Hopefully. Other than that, enjoy.
"Ah, itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy!" the Doctor cried, hopping in place, sending piles of sand into the air around him. Donna raised an eyebrow at the frustrated sound, and, with a pout, he repeated, "Itchy."
"Right," she nodded. "You not contagious or anything, though, right?"
"'Contagious'?" he sputtered, and stopped hopping in surprise.
"Yeah. You're itching and everything, but you were fine when we came here," Donna explained. "Either you caught something here, which is pretty unlikely, because you said that it's safe, or it's something that happened before we came and you're only showing the symptoms now."
"I'm not contagious!" the Doctor stood still for another second before bending down and aggressively scratching his leg, right behind the knee.
"Then what?" Donna asked, and waited for the Doctor to stop itching.
"Jellyfish," he replied blandly, showing her a mosquito bite-esque mark on his leg. "Well, jelly-octopuses. . . well, just octopuses. Purple octopuses. Purple, giant octopuses."
Donna glared. "So you're saying that you went swimming on Sol 19, and that an octopus gave you a mosquito bite. After you repeatedly told me that the planet was safe."
"No. . ." the Doctor drew out. "Well, maybe. . ."
"Earth octopuses don't do that," Donna noted, surreptitiously backing away from where the waves lapped at their feet.
"Humans, honestly," the Doctor grumbled to himself, and louder, answered, "I didn't know. And now it's itchy."