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Nothing at all. I like them!

The Doctor places his hands on his hips, and he gives his pants an approving glance. "Of course! They're the cutting edge in fashion, and it shouldn't be a bother if I've worn them for more than three days!"

With his attention drawn away from the pants, The Doctor leaned forward to look at the other fellow. “And you my fine fellow have impeccable taste!”

"I know! It's brilliant!" He grins widely because he so rarely gets to meet himself and he pretty much never remembers it. He was like a giddy school boy as he observed the man before him. Himself really. Several regenerations ago. It's really amazing when you think about it, how much he changes and yet stays the same.

"I love this coat, too." The Doctor grinned.

The Doctor knew himself well even without having ran into his future regenerations, of course when they'd meet it meant things were bad and they'd be forced to save the universe.

"Of course it is! And what would you call that?" The Doctor took a jab at the other Doctor's clothes. He never did miss this, if there was one perk about regenerating time traveler it was sounding like a wacko when arguing with ones self.

[awkward throat clearing]

Well...the pants aren't quite the issue...

[Can he even LOOK at that coat? Hideous.]

"It's a good look on me, yeah? I like the stripes!" He grinned and nodded at the Doctor. He really did enjoy meeting himself and having odd conversations that made him look like he was crazy!

"Where are you at exactly? What just happened?"

There's nothing wrong with my taste in clothing!

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"I just finished off an invasion of automaton garden gnomes. Yes, it was exactly what it says on the tin." The Doctor fixed his coat lapels. "And they proved to be quite resourceful little buggers!"

He let out a smug laugh. "Now what trouble are you getting myself into?"

"Oh I remember that! That was a lot of fun for sure. As for what I'm getting us up too, spoilers." He grinned a bit cheekily. "Ooh..I've always wanted to say that! I never get to say that it's always someone else!"

If you say so...

[Five doesn't look convinced. In fact, he's downright worried. This is his replacement??]

[ The Doctor cants his head to the side and with a crinkle of his nose he hmpfs. ]

I remember that outfit fondly. Now answer me this, who runs around dressed as if they're about to play a round of cricket. [ Mock yawn of boredom. ] And I believe that sprig of celery has started to wilt.

The Doctor had hoped he'd be to get a glance at his future. But alas there are rules that had to be followed. He lowered his head and sighed. "Yes, I'd hate to create a paradox pertaining to my own future."

"Though look at me, I'm all twiggy and floppy." He gave his future regeneration a critical look. "And I don't like it one bit!"

"Oi, I'm not floppy. Well maybe I'm a bit floppy but that's beside the point! Look at it, look at this face, this bone structure. You might as well get used to the idea because one day you're going to be shaving it!" The Doctor gave himself a grumpy pout, it's not like he can control how he regenerates. "And we're still not ginger!"

"Of course you're floppy!" The Doctor loudly pointed out, and he snorted as this new regeneration tried to prove himself the better model. "Will I? I've got how many centuries to figure out how to either keep this look, ooooor I can change it to something that's a bit more refined."

He wouldn't ever come across such luck, and his fate would lead him stuck with that face. "As for the TARDIS." He asked about the most important thing in their lives. "How is our home holding up, hmmm?"

[The Doctor adjusts his lapels, looking slightly indignant.] There is something to be said of blending in when one is time traveling...and I quite enjoy a game of cricket. [He smiles as he finds a cricket ball in his pocket, tossing it up and down in his hand a few times.]

What? [He looks to his vegetable decoration and hmms thoughtfully.] Perhaps, I should get a new one...

If they get dirty, yellow is really hard to clean. You can bleach white and I know how to get stuff out of orange with Kool Aid powder, but yellow is tricky. What if they get messed up? They'll never be the same.

[This is a kid dedicated to his collection of scarves who has attempted cleaning them by himself. Yellow scarves died noble deaths.]

"Oh she's great. Sexy as ever our girl!" He grinned widely because he really did love his TARDIS. "Still temperamental though, but always there when we need her. And as for me, I think we should both be lucky we're not wearing celery again."

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"Do you mind if I get a peek?" The Doctor asked, a bit hopeful he would have a chance to see what the TARDIS would look like in the future. He knew the TARDIS had a bit of spunk in her, and she would always be a consistent fixture in his world.

He smiled at the celery remark. "Yes, of course, I should have gotten rid of that long ago. It wasn't as if I needed it."

[ The Doctor watches himself toss the cricket ball up in the air with an amused look on his face. Of course, he did not forget the mention he made about his previous regeneration's pendent. ]

Perhaps you should do away with that awful thing!

[testily]

Might I remind me that I happen to have allergies? Doing away with it would be a poor choice.

[However, he will replace it with a new sprig. There, all better.]