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The Eleventh Doctor thinks bow ties are cool. (the11thhour) wrote in wariscoming,

The Doctor turned on the spot, the familiar sound of his own voice - well, not his current voice, but his own former voice - introducing the entry of the other Doctor. Not even two seconds into the TARDIS and he was already picking at the new design, making it all out as though he'd gone and ruined the entire ship all in one go. The Doctor tried not to shake his head out of annoyance, hands clasping together in front of himself, briefly, before he walked across the glass floors that were being critiqued, making it in point to eye them rather fondly as he did so. "She crashed just after we -" A pause. "- you regenerated. Steering went all wibbly, couldn't get her to stay upright." The Doctor wrapped his fingers around the ends of the rails that topped the staircase that led to the TARDIS' entrance, leaning forward with an air of curiosity to take in the appearance of his former self. Very much how he remembered him, he was. Spikey haired, tall and thin, sporting the same old worn down chucks on his feet. He didn't look terribly happy, as expected, but that was understandable.

He didn't look very well at all.

"You don't like the new design?" The Doctor tried not to sound so horribly offended. He failed rather miserably, the puzzled expression dancing across his features easily giving him away. "I think she looks gorgeous. Never better, in my opinion. Re-built most everything herself, my TARDIS. Can't question the taste of your own ship, old me, that wouldn't be very sensible, now would it?"

The Doctor bit back the urge to usher forward and start babbling on about all the changes that had overtaken the ship since his past self had seen it last. Instead, he hopped down a few steps and gestured toward one of the doors to the left, rather insistent that they focus on more important things than TARDIS talk, as the Doctor needed to seek out the best possible treatment for the aftermath of his not-so fun experiment with radiation poisoning. "Come along, then," the Doctor said, "we should get you sorted right away. You can pick at the TARDIS later."