Chapter One, Part One: Tea TimeMature

  “Flamina? Is that what she’s called? What a lovely name… did you keep the lead-lined walls?”

 “You rhymed.”

 “No I didn’t.”

 “Yes you did. You rhymed.”

 “Really? Oh… meh; didn’t notice. I must be tired.”

 “You? Tired? From what? Shagging the TARDIS?”

 “Don’t be so vulgar, Koschei. There’s no one around right now to impress.”

 “Don’t dodge the question. You said you were tired. Maybe it’s the professorial getup. Are you wearing one of those ridiculous man-corsets?”

 ‘If you’re going to tease me, at least get the eras right. Corsets were Victorian Earth. And bowties are cool.”

 “… I bet you are, aren’t you?”

 “I’m not sleeping with you Koschei. I came here for a reason.”

 “Oh, you’ve got a reason, now? I’m only being this beautiful for your benefit, you know. ‘Cause I can, you know… be beautiful.”

 “Beautiful? Oh! Yes. Right… water under the bridge! Knew you could do it.”

 “I’d still have the drums if not for you, you fucking sod. I owe you a proper send off at the very least.”

 “Oh, blah blah blah. I didn’t do anything.”

 “Whatever suits your delusion, you stubborn git. So where’d you stash the Ducks?”

 “Ducks? Oh you mean the Ponds. Honeymoon planet. Temporary installment at the hotel.”

 “Oh that’s original. Did you rent them our suite, too?”

 

 

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