Since then she’d been pestering him about taking a trip on the bus. ![]() A week ago, Ryan took The Doctor with him to the bus depot so that they could meet Graham at the end of his route. Some sort of flu had swept through his old job like a storm, and he found himself picking up shifts for whoever was out that day. He should've known that that was going to be the question. Graham closed his eyes and let out a breath. He wasn't going to try and argue that it was probably her presence in the room that woke him up. "Alright, alright." He raised his hands in defeat. The Doctor scrambled up on the bed with a grin. "Don't think I'll be gettin' back to sleep anytime soon. He yawned and patted the spot next to him in bed. The Doctor had the decency to look sheepish. How long have you been sitting there? Nevermind that. "Oh good, you're awake," she said happily. The Doctor in question was sat cross-legged on the ground next to his bed, staring up with a goofy smile on her face. "Doctor, what the hell are you doing?" Graham asked, when he was sure that he wasn't going to die of hyperventilation or something. Graham let out a noise, that definitely wasn't a high pitched squeal, and scrambled back until he was on the other side of the bed. With a sigh he slowly lowered his hand and came face to face with gold speckled eyes. It took once, twice, three times to turn the lamp on. He threw a hand over his face and rolled over, preparing himself for the onslaught of light that would come when he turned on the lamp. In fact he was relieved to be in his own bed at his own home for once. He stared up at his ceiling trying to figure if there was some other reason he woke up. Knowing what he knew now, that aliens had some weird obsession with earth, it was probably the latter. ![]() The Doctor would probably say it was some instinct left over from humanities days as hunter and gatherers either that or one of his ancestors shagged an alien. (And because we live on the side of danger, let's go somewhere.scary.)įuture Diary I think a mini GIF party will sum up your trip to Future Diary.Graham awoke with the uncomfortable feeling that he was being watched. "Thanks but goodbye!" You wave and leave the room, heart slamming into your chest. "I'll be back tomorrow," you call as you hurry out of the room. "What's wrong?" he asks, concern in his eyes. "Thanks for this, but I should go," you say abruptly. He pours out some Earl Grey, and you sip (even if you don't particularly like tea or Earl Grey.) There are a set of twins and a hulking form and a smaller one on the massive guy's shoulders. He walks away but returns with a tea set. "I am Tamaki host extraordinary," he says dramatically, placing a hand on his heart. The blond leads you to a couch and sits you down. A single glance around the room is dizzying. You're new to the school, but, of course, you heard about the host club. "Hello, lovely," he says, leading you into the host club. Ouran High School Host Club A blond beams at you. By the way, this is actually a game, and you play Seychelles.) She pets your head, coming her fingers through your hair. ![]() "I hope you had a good day," she says, pulling your head into her lap in a motherly way. "Are you okay?" she says, bending down to look at you. The day slowly ends, and you're exhausted. "He's Francis," Feliciano says simply before launching into another monologue. You stare as Feliciano pats your shoulder. Goodbye, mi amor," he says, floating away. The Frenchman takes your hand and kisses it. Feliciano pats the other man on his man, cheering and calling him 'Big Brother France'. You whirl around, about to scold the rude person, but you're frozen as you see a wavy-haired man with a bit of stubble on his chin. You nod as somebody slams into you from behind. You spot the two, one a German and one a Japanese. You'll never remember this.įeliciano rounds the corner and grins. He throws out names like nothing to them, and you wave, trying to commit it all to memory. Come with me, pretty ragazza!" He snatches your hand and runs around the halls. Oh, hello, ragazza! (apologies if you're male.)" he gushes, grinning stupidly. One with a rogue curl bouncing freely walks up to you. Hetalia Gauken or Hetalia Academy Welcome to the Hetalia Academy! You see some bishie boys just casually walking in, decked out in stripes and blue blazers. We'll be taking a quick trip to some awesome animes. (Except for the ones with a lot of fantasy.
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