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( open post! ) voicetest → eleven

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She leans back to sit on the edge of the console. "So, Doctor, where are we off to next? Cleopatra? Caesar? Some distant future where I'm surely dead but absolutely wonderful things are happening? Or maybe you're in the mood for a bit of danger, yeah? Something to get the heart pumping and the blood racing."
She looks over at him with her flirty eyes, the ones that say she's ready for whatever he's willing to dish out. Best friend or not, he's in need of a good teasing. He's been a little uptight ever since their encounter with the Siluriuans and having a grumpy travel companion is definitely not on her itinerary.
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But he's not going to complain, not just yet. There's a bubble around him, you see, a protective bubble where her flirty eyes can't penetrate nor can anything else because Amelia Pond is quite the fairytale for any sort of bloke who comes her way. It's unfortunate Eleven isn't such a bloke; he's not even a bloke at all. But the bloke that can very well tame the inner princess within her is long past gone, and the Doctor feels a great heavy blanket of guilt for what Amy has endured.
"Don't be silly, Amy," he looks at her, brows furrowed, but the glance only lasts a moment before he's pulling a lever and punching a button. He walks around the centre of the TARDIS, the heart of his beauty, before looking through a magnifying glass. "A future where you're dead is not a wonderful one at all."
Death, death. Such an ugly thought. He moves away, flicks his hair back, and tries to remove it from his mind. And pulls a lever down with a force that the TARDIS copies, pulling them down before righting herself once again. "I have eight hearts, Amy," he says, "and they're all pumping just fine."
Deflection, deflection, he's not fond of this d word, either.
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He then takes a moment to pull back and fix his bowtie; it's crooked. Leaning forward, he looks at a mirror, pulling his bow this way and that. "That's better."
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She looks over to her right at the row of buttons. He's been pulling this and that and she's starting to get bored of just looking pretty when there's no one to admire her. So she casually leans over and presses the big red button that he's continually told her not to press. The TARDIS makes several loud alarm-type noises and she quickly tucks her hand back under her other arm, hopefully before he has a chance to notice. "You never did tell me where we were going, Doctor."
Two could play the quick it's a distraction game.
oh my god did you really just edit to be a twit?
"My hair isn't floppy," he frowns at her with a glare. "And bowties are cool. Red hair is …" He pokes his tongue out, as if he's tasted something quite horrid on his tongue. He continues to smack his lips until the TARDIS makes another sound. It's different, high-pitched, and sounds like a song to his ears.
"Where do you want to go, Old Girl?" he pets the TARDIS console affectionately. "Mm, yes, lets avoid the pirates for now. I still haven't been able to find that hook. Oh, Amy!" he bounds over towards her, then wraps his hand around a pole and swings away from her. Down the stairs he goes. "Have you looked at the stars tonight? Very bright and starry. Impossible to miss if you've got eyes."