For Chase--omgyey: Sunday

[sortofaman]

When it came down to it, the last few days had probably been somewhere near unbearable for the residents of the Treehouse. The Doctor's sheer Glee Factor was enough to power half the island for electric light

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[dr_robchase]

"I'm pretty sure those things are for like, three and below," Chase said, backing into the Treehouse with a pile of copied papers of his study. He was lucky enough to get some access to the newspaper office (okay, so not with permission) and was setting them on the table.

[sortofaman]

"You know, everyone's always telling me I'm actually a five year-old," the Doctor pointed out. "Hullo, Rob!" He sounded pretty damn chipper, actually. It would have been obnoxious had his angsty side never been revealed, but hopefully Chase knew better.

[dr_robchase]

Chase eyed the Doctor suspiciously as he placed a hand atop the pile, studying the Doctor and the block and the paper. "Would this current fit of pique have anything to do with a certain TARDIS?" he asked, innocently.

[sortofaman]

"I don't see any other TARDIS here," the Doctor noted, gathering up his notes and getting up, then setting them on the table. He had a wide-eyed look to him.