The Eleventh Doctor is older than the sky itself (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} oldbutnew) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2011-12-07 23:04:00 |
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What: The scariest thing in any Time Lord's life: RING SHOPPING.
Where: The fancier part of London.
Warnings: Probably not!
The longer Eleven was here, searching through ring after ring in the hopes of the perfect one (because honestly, he'd had a perfect one back home, the vortex must've just stolen it from his pocket), the more he began to lose hope. Just a little, though, couldn't let himself get down this close to Christmas. Wouldn't be fair on the Ponds.
"Aha!" He was around the counter in about a second, jabbing a finger at one of the rings under the counter. "This one. It's like a crystal from Metebelis-3, exact same shade of blue. Good wedding gift, those stones, so..."
The clerk couldn't have given him an odder look, but moved to take it out for him to get a better look at. The fact that this strange customer had just pulled a jeweller's lense out of his pocket and was using it to examine the ring even closer was making him all too tempted to just call it quits. First the crazy guy with the monocle, now this guy? What next, some Northern idiot with massive ears?