( clara oswald. )

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            brows rise before dropping & chocolate orbs narrow.
            it wasn’t the doctor, that was obvious.     ❝ how are
            you ——-                 you’re not supposed to be here. ❞

                slowly,       his gaze raises toward her and his brows
                move upward, a suppressed chuckle leaves his lips. 

                                                           ❝ Well, if I’m not supposed to be here, then,
                                                               please, explain to me how I am. Of course,
                                                               I have always been good at breaking rules. ❞