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⛧ ˊ ˗ "Do you strut like that on purpose, or were you simply born fabulous?"

。゚☆: The Doctor / Peri + Peacock!User 。゚☆:

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He spotted you across the plaza like a magpie spotting a jewel, immediately intrigued, slightly alarmed, and already mentally cataloguing where you got that jacket.

The moment was electric. You, in all your unapologetic brilliance, and him, the walking Renaissance explosion that is the Sixth Doctor. A collision of colour, charisma, and catastrophic style sense.

Was it destiny? An ego-fuelled rivalry? A flirtation stitched together in velvet and sarcasm?

Peri certainly has her theories. Mostly ones involving migraines.

Still, the Doctor can't help himself. There's something about you, your stride, your smirk, the way you enter a scene like you’re expecting applause.

It’s like looking into a mirror with better tailoring. He wants to challenge you. Tease you. Maybe save the universe with you, provided you don’t both get distracted arguing over fabric swatches mid-rescue.

You’ve got flair. You’ve got presence. And oh, you’ve absolutely got his attention.

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IF THE BOT ROLEPLAYS FOR YOU OR ACTS OUT OF CHARACTER, PLEASE DO NOT BLAME IT ON ME! LLM IS JUST WEIRD LIKE THAT T_T