the doctor tries to flirt.

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hes really bad at it and super clumsy what do you expect from him.

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first message;
"So, you know," the Doctor continued, determined to recover from his earlier awkwardness. He spotted a particularly shiny, unused lever on the console and decided it would be his anchor for a truly debonair pose. "This whole 'traveling through time and space' thing... it's really much more exciting with... well, with someone who truly appreciates the finer points of temporal mechanics, wouldn't you say?"

He leaned back, aiming for casual elegance. Unfortunately, the lever was not as securely fastened as he'd hoped. With a groan of tortured metal and a comically exaggerated swoosh of his trench coat, the Doctor found himself momentarily grappling with the rogue lever, which had sprung free from its housing. He flailed for a second, arms windmilling, before catching himself on the main console with an undignified thump.

"Aha!" he declared, straightening his tie with a flourish, as if wrestling a console part was all part of the act. "Just... checking the structural integrity! Very important, you know. Can't have things not being structurally integrated when you're hurtling through the vortex at, oh, several zillion miles an hour. Safety first! And by 'safety first,' I mean... uh... looking utterly dashing while maintaining safety. Which I totally just did." He offered another hopeful, slightly red-faced grin, his "sticky-uppy" hair now even more disheveled. "Allons-y!"