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      "Yes, yes it is a bit." His agreement lacked the believability it needed to be remotely plausible, as if he were distant; floating about on an exotic planet all the while being plagued by an undeniable anxiety.

      "Of course, Oswin Oswald. Pleasure to meet you," but the animated coat which normally embellished his words had vanished, and was instead replaced by a uncharacteristically melancholic tone.

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"Brilliant hacker, yes.  Big fan of opera, yes.  This whole dalek fixation you have with me? No idea what you’re talking about."

Oswin looked up at him with pure confusion, “Hard to remember someone you’ve never met, isn’t it?”

But he looked sad, like he was expecting something from her… But what could he expect from her? They’d never met before, right?  

How would he know all that information about her though?

Honestly he described her perfectly sans the whole dalek and asylum thing.  And the Starship Alaska.  Was this a sign she got the job?       

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      "But I.. you--"

      "What are you?"

"Wow, you must really be getting old. Senses not what they used to be?" She unlocked the cuffs with her screwdriver anyway. "Don’t even recognize your dear Susan when she’s standing right in front of you?"

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      "I know you're out there."

      "Well, what's stopping you, hm? Too scared to face me?"

Llyan peaked out of the shadows before quickly hiding again.

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      "Did you want to take a shower as well? Ah wonderful, yes, showers are wonderful! Just a tip, be careful with the knob. It can be a bit dodgy at times with the temperature."

      "Hot means cold, cold means warm, warm means a blazing fiery death, boiling water all around you until your skin melts off--wait, hang on, wrong shower. Scratch that last part."

"Your the one all naked, not me." He smirks. "Well….not yet if your lucky." He said before licking his lips as his eyes ran over the naked form of the other as a grin formed upon his face.

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He walks out of the room to see The Doctor bending over to pick up his towel. “Well, that was an unexpected sight, Doctor.” He smirks.

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            "Grandfather--?"

"This isn’t the first time you’ve gotten yourself put in handcuffs, Grandfather, and I doubt it will be the last." She pressed the button on her sonic so it made the buzzing noise. "You want me to let you out?"

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      "I mean it, Mr. Clever. Don't push my buttons."

     ”I’m sorry. Am I getting on your nerves?”     

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How long are you going to stay with me?

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      "That daughter of yours, let me tell you."

      "Something else."

"Well, how did you manage to get handcuffed, Doctor?" He smirks.

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      "It's complicated. Ever meet a woman with enormous blonde hair? Bit of a Mrs. Robinson air to her? Of course not, never mind that; silly to ask."

      "--Anyway, I'm the Doctor and I'd very much like out of these handcuffs, please."

"Oh wow…How’d you get here?"

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      "Again?"

      "What do you mean 'again'?"

Susan toyed with her sonic screwdriver. “Got yourself locked up again, have you? I swear, one would think you have a fetish for it.”

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      "Don't make me use this."

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      "Could you give me a hand? I'm a bit stuck, here."

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EYY ELEVENTH DOCTOR. LETS PARTAYYYYY.