Squinting up at the wire, watching as the red trainers slipped a little, he glanced over, "What?" he blinked. Well, wasn't his Doctor, so he shrugged and nodded to the white trainers on the ground.
Carefully tying the laces together, the Doctor with the odd fashion sense closed one eye, glanced upwards, and then had a go with a good swing. SUCCESS! Oh, he looks pleased! "HA!"
He chuckled and gently patted his back, stiffening a moment as he felt a tiny little spark run down his spine. Oi! I can't even try to be nice, bloody TARDIS...
"Well! Those are the ones he usually wears, wonder how many else he has..." he mutters, glancing back at the blue box and then back up at the two pairs of shoes dangling from the phone wire.
"Oh, the Doctor's?" he asked, standing on his toes to look over Koschei's shoulder and towards the TARDIS. "Tons! At least three red pairs. You need to crawl under the clothes in the Wardrobe!"
"Oh no! What are you doing?!" the Doctor exclaimed, running out of the TARDIS. He'd just been taking a shower and had gotten out to find all of his shoes missing.
Now he was dressed only in a pair of pinstriped trousers and a shirt he was hastily buttoning as he gave the Master a disapproving look.
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