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“What’s that you’re doing, boy? Hmm?” The First Doctor peered down at his partner next to him.
“What? What am I doing?” Oscar asked.
“You’re gripping your lapels, my dear! That’s my habit! Hm-hm!” The Doctor pointed out.
Oscar looked down to check the Doctor’s words were true, and on his lapels his paws rested, identical to the way the Doctor was holding himself.
“Oh! Oh my gosh! I-I didn’t mean to!” Oscar exclaimed, embarrassed.
“No need to apologize, my dear! It’s quite comforting to know you’re taking after me. You didn’t used to do that before.” The Doctor winked.