[it was quite nice how well the TARDIS fit in the corner of the living room. as far as he knew, he'd yet to crack even a silly vase-- in the more boring floating about time moments, he'd wonder if they left the spot intentionally open, but it wasn't a thought given much actual thought.]
[the voice is petulant and demanding all at once, a package of eight-year-old in a visually thirty-something body, sealed with a glittering and vaguely offended bow.]
[because, really, Amy, at her parents? without Rory? without the Doctor? the last thought wasn't actually a thought, either, but once on a roll - neither Time Lord nor TARDIS budged an inch, the former leaning out the latter's door, hair a mess but bowtie and tweed coat mercifully straight.]
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[it was quite nice how well the TARDIS fit in the corner of the living room. as far as he knew, he'd yet to crack even a silly vase-- in the more boring floating about time moments, he'd wonder if they left the spot intentionally open, but it wasn't a thought given much actual thought.]
[the voice is petulant and demanding all at once, a package of eight-year-old in a visually thirty-something body, sealed with a glittering and vaguely offended bow.]
[because, really, Amy, at her parents? without Rory? without the Doctor? the last thought wasn't actually a thought, either, but once on a roll - neither Time Lord nor TARDIS budged an inch, the former leaning out the latter's door, hair a mess but bowtie and tweed coat mercifully straight.]