The Doctor, now standing between his other two incarnations, was practically beaming. And for no reason, though he rarely needed a reason. He often smiled at the most inopportune moments.
Fortuitously, he removed a kerchief from his pocket and held it out for his eleventh self.
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Date: 2008-01-12 08:49 pm (UTC)Fortuitously, he removed a kerchief from his pocket and held it out for his eleventh self.
"Shall I?" He asked.