Hah! I’m nosing through my WIPs folder, trying to sort out what I’ve got and maybe wrap up some stuff that’s nearly finished, and I rediscovered this little bit of ridiculous I wrote for someone somewhere.
It seems like your sort of thing, Tumblr, so I want you to have it. (Even though his nose really looks more like Mycroft’s; shhh, just run with it.)
“John, hey!” Rory said when they crossed paths by the coffee machine. “Haven’t seen you lately. How’s the love life?”
The way John snorted might’ve been more appropriate if someone had asked him how his latest traffic accident had turned out. “I’m dating a beautiful redhead and running after an offensively tall madman with insane hair and a brain that sometimes makes me want to hit it with a cricket bat in hopes it’ll teach him how to talk like a human.”
Rory froze. “Oh god. Are you…me from the future? Did I shrink? Our hair is the same color. Oh my god, we have the same nose!” He looked around to see if he could spot the places where the universe was probably crumbling.
From behind him, John snapped, “Oi! Did you just call me short?!”