"Yes?"
The man scrutinized him, taking in the innocent look of a young English gentleman. His eyes stopped at the celery pinned to the coat.
"I want to see the Doctor."
"Yes, what do you want?" the Doctor replied.
"I don't need a messenger, boy. I want the Doctor."
"Although, I am here to deliver a message," he added.
"Just move away."
Pulling out a gun, he shoved the Doctor aside. The Doctor stepped back, lazily waving his screwdriver. The weapon flew apart.
"I wish people stopped underestimating me," the Doctor sighed.
"Now, what message do you have?" He smiled.
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To ten celer! Ten ho zmátl :o
Aveva
To ten celer! Ten ho zmátl :o)
Drabble komentář, snad neurazí - komentář sám je v přímé řeči :)
Zayl
„I knew the Doctor would do something alike,“ the stranger smiled with a sparkle in his eye. For a second the Doctor looked surprised, until the (indeed) gentleman explained to him, that he knew it was him from the very first moment and just wanted to see, how he´d react in such a situation. He never really aimed to harm him.
„You have a sense of humour, certainly,“ the Doctor replied.
That was almost the case, but not quite. What the stranger wanted was actually something else. To see that marvelous and legendary screwdriver in action. And he wasn´t disappointed.
(Omlouvám se za svou angličtinu, ale chtěl jsem si to zkusit.)