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The Eleventh Doctor || Doctor Who ([personal profile] makeherblue) wrote in [community profile] insertmeathere 2011-03-29 07:28 am (UTC)

Well, at least Daniel had the presence of mind to see the Halgonic shelter for what it was. The Doctor was slightly less ruffled than before, pleased to watch that dawning realization on the human's face at what sheer boringness looked like when it was right there staring you in the face, all in its physical glory. It was something in its nothingness. Impressive, he supposed, but even "impressive" would be giving anything Halgonic entirely too much credit.

The Doctor paused by the door of the shelter.

"Keeping watch, right," the Doctor said. He thought about it and then made a motion like he intended to crawl right back out, bottom first. "I'll do it, shouldn't be a problem because --by the way, don't forget, pull out that mat of moss for a blanket off the corner, that's what it's for, sorry about the smell, and -- "

He continued to back out, scooting expertly backward because that, like climbing in a hurry, was something you tended to pick up given enough traveling. He was truly sorry about having to stash Daniel in a Halgonic shelter. Boringness aside, he'd never been near one or used one that hadn't had smelly moss blankets. You could literally make one out of the honey-moss on Vej and it would still come out smelling like....well, like that. It was warm, though, and he didn't think Daniel would be in danger of falling out of this tree or coming down with hypothermia.

Keeping watch for the night shouldn't be a problem. He worked to button up his jacket, his legs swinging over the broad side of the branch they were on as he kept a lookout for any more of their pursuers.

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