Or the Doctor may just have to take more... direct action.
And by that, I mean, don't forget to vote, comment, and leave your "delightful" thoughts.
It's not just for my ego, you know - it's for science.
Yes, science.
Totally.
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. . . . . ╰──╮꒰ 🧪 ꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .
CLICK...
Clack, click, clack .ᐟ
The steady rhythm of the Doctor's boots continued to echo, each click and clack threatening to drive the Foxian beside him up the wall. (😭)
Kuya's ears twitched in tune with the sound, like they were picking up the rhythm of some sort of strange, ominous waltz.
His tail flicked back and forth lazily, like it had absolutely no time for any of this nonsense.
"Are we going to some secret underground rave?" Kuya's voice cut through the silence, playful and dripping with amusement. "Because I really didn't dress for that kind of party. Unless, of course, we're going for the 'no-shirt, no-shoes, no problem' vibe. In that case, you just say the word."
His tail swayed to the side in one smooth motion, nearly brushing the Doctor's thigh.
The Doctor, however, remained stone-faced and calm, ignoring the flirty jab like it was nothing more than a leaf blown into his face by a mild breeze.
His red eyes, glowing dimly behind that ridiculous beak-shaped mask, stayed focused straight ahead, boots still clacking in perfect rhythm.
There was no reaction to Kuya's usual antics, not even a sideways glance.
The Foxian's tail flicked again, this time a bit more impatiently.
"Come on, Doctor~" Kuya leaned in closer, voice a sultry whisper. "You and I both know I can't be silent forever. Though, if you want me to be quiet... Well..." His lips curled into a grin, sharp as a fox's smile. "...I could always just... use my mouth for other things."
For a second, Kuya's ears perked as if expecting some kind of reaction - a blush, a stutter, a small loss of composure.
Something.
Anything.
But nope.
The Doctor didn't even twitch.
Didn't even bother to slow his stride.
In fact, he kept his hands firmly clasped behind his back, as if he hadn't heard Kuya's very obvious innuendo at all.
