[ There is decidedly no huffing whatsoever, honestly, as the Doctor climbs his way to the top of the clocktower. He isn't expecting company, and he isn't wearing the right shoes for this, but he will ring that bell, and he will curse his lack of a TARDIS or a proper bloody compalion helping him out. ]
I suppose it's easy for you to say, isn't it, you're already up there! [ Rude! ] And you're no help either, are you?
[ This is directed at his feathery compalion, a Northern Saw Whet owl with brown plumage and very large, lamp-like yellow eyes just ... casually observing him with what has absolutely got to be an amused expression on its beaky face.
simulation — ;
I suppose it's easy for you to say, isn't it, you're already up there! [ Rude! ] And you're no help either, are you?
[ This is directed at his feathery compalion, a Northern Saw Whet owl with brown plumage and very large, lamp-like yellow eyes just ... casually observing him with what has absolutely got to be an amused expression on its beaky face.
Very rude, if you ask the Doctor. ]