Old Friend Or New

[im_dead_ur_mad]

The Doctor hums to himself, something tuneless and aimless, as he moves mechanically around the console. Sometimes his hum coincides with the old girl's melody, and sometimes it sounds merely like a deflecting sort of white noise. He doesn't pay attention either way, working instead to keep his mind away from those aching words: "the girl who

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[praystosanta]

Amelia had been waiting an awfully long time for the Doctor to show back up. The cold had settled into her skin and eventually she had started shaking so hard that she couldn't stop. Curling tighter atop of her suitcase, the girl who waited was rather pleased that she had decided to wear her hat and jacket on this voyage; she'd be dreadful cold without it

[im_dead_ur_mad]

He straightened again, looking a bit taken aback. He hadn't been quite sure of what sort of response he'd receive, but of anything, he'd never have expected that. Children followed the most intriguing trains of thought, and he found himself curious as to what led to a question like that.

Its oddity didn't stop him from prodding at his mouth to make sure it was intact, however.

"A new mouth? Already? I'd just got accustomed to the one I was--no, this is most certainly my regular mouth. Are interchangeable mouths commonplace here?"