witchesreign | 00:03.

[ Now, generally, the Doctor really hates working in the open unless pressed for time, but his space is limited. His feet are propped up on a bench, and he lies with his back flat on the grass. Various papers lay strewn about him, and he's just tinkering away at the robot cat he's built with his sonic screwdriver. It's usual whirring sound is faintly audible from up to about five feet away, and almost buzzing by the time anyone gets within one foot of him. He's ditched his tweed jacket so he's just in a plain dress up shirt and his usual red suspenders (and red bowtie to match, thank you very much) while he lies on the ground. every now and then, however, he pauses and rubs his eyes, or pauses to breathe deeply. some normal people might take that as a sign of sickness. they might be right, this time. ]

... toxins? No, no, wouldn't make sense--unless I accidentally took aspirin. That... wouldn't be good. Ah, extremely very not good, if I took aspirin, but I doubt I did, would've felt it.

[ he sighs, before reaching beside him. there's a rather impressive stack of crepes beside him, and he pops one into his mouth as he goes back to working. well, he did learn how to cook in 18th century France. --no, er, 17th century. 20th, yes, that's right. One of those centuries. ]

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That's not an emotion last I checked.

[ a pause. ]

Yes... true. Bored, then. Or, busy. No, hang on, those are antonyms.

You're busy being bored, perhaps?

Maybe.

[ he grins. ]

[ she leans back and props her legs up, mirroring him. ]

I'll distract you.

And how do you expect to do that, Pond?

Liiike this.

[ extends her arm, pointing up toward the sky. ]

What's that cloud look like? I see a whale. Or an airplane.

[ pauses in fixing Skitty to look at the sky. ]

Actually, I'm seeing the star whale. Well, whale, you said it.

Yeah! That's what I was thinking. I wonder how she's doing. Was it a she? I think it was a she.

She.

She. [ looks over, spotting something, but pauses. then she reaches her hand across him, pointing off to the side. ] That one sort of looks like the TARDIS.

[ he pauses, pretty much dropping everything for looking at the sky. he slowly nods. ]

It does.

[ turns to look at him. ] Sorry. You miss her.

I do, too.

Did I ever let you hear her song, Amy?

Nope. I don't think so. Heard her fuss, but never heard a song.

[ he turns on his side, lifting a finger to her temple. he finds it soothing, it always helps him feel better, even now as he lets her listen to it. ]

[ she instinctively closes her eyes and listens. it relaxes her. she could almost hum along; and she probably did just a bit. ]

[ he pulls away, and it lingers, slowly fading, but still at the back of her mind if she wants to call on it. ]

[ she holds onto it for a few moments longer, and then eventually opens her eyes. ] Thanks.

I had no idea she was such a talented singer.

Oh, she's better than you'd think!

I can see why you love your box so much.

[ nudges his side. oh wait, distraction time. right. come on, amy. she reaches down at her side, pulling one of the loose papers up to her eyes. she can't understand a thing, of course. ]

Think you could make the cat sing?

[ ooh, interesting thought. he looks down at Skitty. ]

Possibly.

I wouldn't even need an alarm clock.

She might not let you sleep.

Ooh. Yeah. Didn't think about that bit. On second thought...

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