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Mar. 25th, 2008 10:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_losfic*from aim convo w/ blinkidybah *
It occurred to me today that if given the opportunity, Doctor will produce sproglets until he, spouse and children can field their own cricket team.
Annoyed!Master Sproglets: "GAWD WHY ARE WE SO BRITISH?!"
Master: "GAWD I WISH I KNEW. Have some tea, pretend you care about the game and think of England and/or your father's sad, sad eyes if you refuse to play with him." *sneaks stealthily off to avoid Das Cricketing--maybe breaking into an undignified all out run somewhere in there*
Doctor: *makes matching family uniforms with unholy joy in his eyes*
Daughters: *receive cricket bats for birthdays* “Dad, I wanted sonic lipstick. And like, a Doomsday Device. You suck.”
Doctor: *slow lip wibble, then SOBBING*
Daughters: "No, shit, stop it! I love you and some sappy bullshit! AUGH!"
Doctor: *sniffle* "If you loved me, you'd practice your b-b-b-boooowls!"
Daughters: "...you know, when Papa says you're an 'emotionally manipulative fuck'? He's not just using a really quirky endearment."
blinkidybah : god so like. clearly there needs to be a picture of the doctor gleefully surrounded by a tiny cricket team
They say that if you scream loud enough, the magicalgothic_hamlet in the sky Merto New England Area hears you, and draws you crack... *HINT*
UPDATE: With like, 5th giving two GIANT thumbs up, and Master's coat in the very corner b/c he's RUNNING.
blinkidybah *It occurred to me today that if given the opportunity, Doctor will produce sproglets until he, spouse and children can field their own cricket team.
Annoyed!Master Sproglets: "GAWD WHY ARE WE SO BRITISH?!"
Master: "GAWD I WISH I KNEW. Have some tea, pretend you care about the game and think of England and/or your father's sad, sad eyes if you refuse to play with him." *sneaks stealthily off to avoid Das Cricketing--maybe breaking into an undignified all out run somewhere in there*
Doctor: *makes matching family uniforms with unholy joy in his eyes*
Daughters: *receive cricket bats for birthdays* “Dad, I wanted sonic lipstick. And like, a Doomsday Device. You suck.”
Doctor: *slow lip wibble, then SOBBING*
Daughters: "No, shit, stop it! I love you and some sappy bullshit! AUGH!"
Doctor: *sniffle* "If you loved me, you'd practice your b-b-b-boooowls!"
Daughters: "...you know, when Papa says you're an 'emotionally manipulative fuck'? He's not just using a really quirky endearment."
blinkidybah : god so like. clearly there needs to be a picture of the doctor gleefully surrounded by a tiny cricket team They say that if you scream loud enough, the magical
gothic_hamlet in the UPDATE: With like, 5th giving two GIANT thumbs up, and Master's coat in the very corner b/c he's RUNNING.
