dxodecim:

                tenthdoctor-allonsy 

   He’s reading, isn’t he? Well don’t bug him,
   the Doctor’s obviously got important things
   to do; he isn’t paying attention. He’s got his
   tongue between his lips idly, eyes scanning
   the page and flicking back and forth.
      “Have you seen this one, yet? They’ve
       got your nose all wrong here, too small.”

   At the look of the man, he couldn’t but to frown.
   No particular reason, he didn’t even know him;
   but it felt odd. It felt like he knew this man, and
   that he shouldn’t be here, in this place, or time.

       "What? No, they wouldn’t do that.
                       But my hair– how’s it?“