There is a punchline there. A punchline that, unfortunately, requires a lot of explanation, wrecking the entire joke from the start. So instead, the Doctor settles to arch an eyebrow as he steps further inside the dining room. Unlike the person behind the dim, amber light, the Doctor is fully clothed from head to toe in the same suit that he gathered from the closet that very morning. Or was it from the day before? He canβt tell.
The loud clomps coming from his oxford boots frankly do more of the talking than he was at the moment. Eventually, it comes to a stop. The Doctor has his back to him as he takes a long, pale finger to swipe against the decorated wall.
His brows knit and furrow as he carefully examines his finger.]
Do you know why people have trouble sleeping?
[Okay, so that doesn't answer the first question. He turns to look directly at the half-naked artificial light source. There is a dash of intense curiosity underneath those eyes.]
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There is a punchline there. A punchline that, unfortunately, requires a lot of explanation, wrecking the entire joke from the start. So instead, the Doctor settles to arch an eyebrow as he steps further inside the dining room. Unlike the person behind the dim, amber light, the Doctor is fully clothed from head to toe in the same suit that he gathered from the closet that very morning. Or was it from the day before? He canβt tell.
The loud clomps coming from his oxford boots frankly do more of the talking than he was at the moment. Eventually, it comes to a stop. The Doctor has his back to him as he takes a long, pale finger to swipe against the decorated wall.
His brows knit and furrow as he carefully examines his finger.]
Do you know why people have trouble sleeping?
[Okay, so that doesn't answer the first question. He turns to look directly at the half-naked artificial light source. There is a dash of intense curiosity underneath those eyes.]