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Rose Tyler looked up from the pair of space designed trainers she was trying on at the Converse outlet store. Without the TARDIS to keep them well stocked (for now), they frequently had to shop there.
In the Doctor’s hands was a pair of knee high red converse socks. He was eyeing them with glee.
She burst into laughter and his bottom lip lowered in a pout.
“You don’t like them?”
“No, it’s just I never thought you’d get excited over socks.” She glanced at the display behind him, grabbing a pink pair for herself. “But look! We can match.”
