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“Doctor. Doctor!”
“Yes Yaz?”
“Please,” Yaz begged, watching blonde hair flap up and down. “Please get off.”
“But it’s so fun! Look at me go!”
While sorting stuff (also known as making more mess than they started with), the Doctor had, unfortunately, come across a pogo stick. And not just any pogo stick, but the PogoBouncer6000 - “Best pogo stick in the galaxy, Yaz.”
“Surely you’re getting tired by now.”
“That’s the beauty of it, Yaz. Powered pogo, I don’t get tired!”
Yaz dropped her face into her hands.
“We should all travel by pogo,” the Doctor continued.
“I’d really rather we didn’t,” Yaz sighed.
“I think it’d be great.”
“Wouldn’t you feel sick after a while. What if you’d just eaten?”
“Good question Yaz! Maybe they’ll solve that in the 7000.”
“Please Doctor.”
“Look Yaz! No hands!”
Yaz sighed and pinched her brow. “You’re gonna hurt yourself at some point.”
It only took about 13 seconds after saying that for the Doctor to misjudge an attempt to hop up the step and for her to go sprawling. “Ow.”
“You numpty.”
“Yaaaaz!”
“What?”
“My knee hurts.”
“Superior Time Lord biology not protect you?” Yaz said, but she still gathered the Doctor into a hug. She kissed the injured knee. “All better.”
The Doctor blushed. “I think I bruised my lips too.”
Yaz rolled her eyes. “You know you don’t have to make excuses for me to kiss you?”
“Good,” the Doctor said, pulling her in. “Though I think I bruised some other bits of me too.”