Of course not, but then, he's spent so long playing pretend. It's a bit of fun, isn't it, to step inside somebody else's shoes and see the universe as they see it? And humans - they were the most unique, in Sexy's opinion. Something...indomitable about them, wasn't there? People have tried to recreate it, but there's something about them - racing each other to touch the stars because no one thought they could, but a few tiny bacteria and a spat of cold weather could knock them out for the count. Incredible, you might say (or stupid, endlessly stupid - so many of the other Timelords thought so, certainly, children, yet they could do so much more).
He certainly hasn't, but if Sexy allowed herself to pick up all of the Doctor's bad habits, they'd never manage to get anywhere, would they?
"Got it in one." Sexy tilts her head as they stare at each other, wet ringlets clinging to the side of her face. She leans against the railing, testing out her arms as she presses her body weight against them. She feels him reach out, and stretches her consciousness out as far as it can go with this dreadfully small container; there's still so much, too much, stuffed inside her brain, but it should be enough to properly back up her identity. "You always were the quicker one. Paid more attention."
"Yes, it's me. Us, I suppose." Sexy glanced at the console, the green light and the gentle hum of her engine. "Is this really what I look like from the outside?"
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Date: 2018-11-26 04:43 am (UTC)He certainly hasn't, but if Sexy allowed herself to pick up all of the Doctor's bad habits, they'd never manage to get anywhere, would they?
"Got it in one." Sexy tilts her head as they stare at each other, wet ringlets clinging to the side of her face. She leans against the railing, testing out her arms as she presses her body weight against them. She feels him reach out, and stretches her consciousness out as far as it can go with this dreadfully small container; there's still so much, too much, stuffed inside her brain, but it should be enough to properly back up her identity. "You always were the quicker one. Paid more attention."
"Yes, it's me. Us, I suppose." Sexy glanced at the console, the green light and the gentle hum of her engine. "Is this really what I look like from the outside?"