paradisalost | twenty-six;

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eighth doctor

twenty-six;

[dictated, stunned and saddened] ....Oh dear.

He's gone.

I-- hm.

...Are you all right? Both of you?

So am I. Want to meet me somewhere?

Mm, yes. By the tower?

Alright.

[Nine is there a bit of a timeskip later, his Pokémon locked up in its ball in Nine's pocket somewhere. He's more than a bit relieved when he finds Eight, and gives his self a concerned look.]

Feel like some tea, Doctor?

[Eight returns the glance, then nods]

Well, you know I'd never say no to a cup of tea.

[Nine nods too, hesitating a moment before reaching out and squeezing his self's hand in an attempt to be reassuring.] There's a place over this way. [quietly leads him to a small tea shop nearby]

[Squeezes Nine's hand in return, and follows him into the tea shop, and finding a table near the window.]

[sits down and orders them both some tea, before simply watching Eight quietly. It's almost as if he thinks his self will disappear if he blinks.]

[notes the observation, disquieted]

...Doctor?

[a bit startled, shaken out of his thoughts] Hm?

Are you all right?

[glances down for a bit, before slowly shaking his head] Don't think so.

[their tea arrives, and Eight thanks the waitress, and takes a cup quietly] I'm not leaving, you know.

[takes a cup too, sipping his tea quietly for a moment, before replying] You can't know that.

No, maybe not. But then, I can't be sure you won't disappear, either. Or our Tenth, or Grace, or any of our companions.

[nods] Seems to be the nature of most fantastic things...they never last. [quiet pause] ...But we ought to make the most of it anyway, yeah?

[small smile] Of course we should.

[fishes a jelly baby out of his pocket, and hands it to Eight, before taking another sip of his tea] Come back to my room when we're done here?

[nods and smiles, taking a sip of his own tea, then eating the jellybaby and pulling a bag of them from his own pocket and offering it to Nine]

[chuckles a little, though he's not quite smiling yet himself, plucking a candy from the offered bag and munching on it] Where's your Eevee?

[chuckles and pulls out a pokeball, giving it a little toss and a rueful look]

I sort of feel bad about it, but he doesn't seem to mind.

[nods, taking out his own] Mine minds more than a bit, but I put him back as soon as...didn't want him feeding off of that.

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