[ The Doctor hums, taking a bite out of his own fish-stick. He chews thoughtfully, considering the pear.
And he believes his older self; has no real reason not to. They're sort of ... squishy sometimes, aren't they? And sweet and a bit apple-y, but sometimes absolutely not. Deceptive is right. ]
I wonder if this mouth likes them. You know, in all my time with this face, I don't think a pear's crossed my path. I've been rather pearless, and not by choice.
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[The Doctor doesn’t remember when exactly he came to such a conclusion, but within his heart of hearts; it seemed right.]
Pears are eerily deceptive.
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And he believes his older self; has no real reason not to. They're sort of ... squishy sometimes, aren't they? And sweet and a bit apple-y, but sometimes absolutely not. Deceptive is right. ]
I wonder if this mouth likes them. You know, in all my time with this face, I don't think a pear's crossed my path. I've been rather pearless, and not by choice.