The Doctor, hears the familiar beeping sound of the call being turned into a video communication and pulls it away from his ear, so he could see his face.
“Welll… yes…” He says sheepishly, Only to roll his eyes at his comment, knowing Ko was right. “yes, yes, apologies for not taking your advice, oh wise one…”
The Time Lord’s eyes widened as Theta released, his best friend (see:Love) was leaving him to get out of this alone.
“No- no, no, no, No! Koschei don-…” “…Dont hang up…” he sighed and pocketed his phone.
He looks down at the dogs… the wolves… and groans softly. “Great work Theta… you really should have listened to Ko…” He pulls out his sonic, trying to remember what pitch would work. Only to start as it went off by itself… on the right setting…. And he was left watching them run off, a breath of relief leaving him.
“Thank you Master…” he murmured as he climbed down the tree and made his way back to the tardis.
“You’re welcome,” Koschei all but sings as the Doctor rejoins him; he’s sublimely in tune with his (arguably) better half, and aware of every hair primping, ball scratching and turn of phrase he commits. It’s not quite clairvoyancy, but it’s close.
“Come on, luv, you honestly thought I’d leave you in the lurch?”
He spins from behind the console and rushes to catch his messy haired fool by the arms, stepping on to his feet … the better to bite the tip of his nose. Hard.
“You appear to be in the need of a massage. Hot bath with epsom salts? At least an antibacterial salve for those scratches,” and he pauses to cackle, “from fleeing Fido and his mates, I wager?”
“I dunno, would you?” he mock-asks grumpily, as he crosses over to the pilot seat.
He knew he never would if he really was in trouble. Even when they were fighting each other, the TimeLord never seemed to want to kill him.
He didn’t resist when he caught his arm, But was a bit startled when he used his feet as a step…
Theta flinched with a yelp when he bit the tip of his nose, Tears welling up a little bit and he moved his hand to cover it.
“Ow! Koschei.. you bite me! why did you bite my nose?!” he protested with a slight whine. At his offer the doctor gave him a small smile only for it to turn into a pout when he laughed.
“That would be nice… are you offering or just stating the obvious?” He hoped he was offering, it would be nice to relax for a little bit.
drapetxmaniia - The Urge to run away 