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21+ #SmutlessRP
#DoctorWho
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#Fake
~ last few things. Then I could . . . walk you wherever you need to go. If you like.”

It seems to forward to offer to walk her home or even to a car, so he simply leaves things as a kind offer.
October 31, 2025 at 2:27 AM
He smiles.

How often had he done that when he was the version — versions — of himself that she knew?

“Well, if it were up to me, now,” he replies, scratching the back of his neck like a nervous boy. “But I will definitely offer my recommendation. If you want . . . you can help me shelve the ~
October 31, 2025 at 2:27 AM
~ work than him.

He doesn’t know that he has seen all of time and space, too. His universes exist only in the books he reads. Or so he thinks.
October 31, 2025 at 12:16 AM
She would just have to help him remember. And given that she is remarkable . . . it is very likely she can do just that.

“Good,” he replies, finding himself quite glad that she has decided upon here. “Did you . . . have any questions?”

She might, though he is thinking more questions about the ~
October 31, 2025 at 12:16 AM
~ whispers. “You’re more qualified that most of the assistants they have had in the past.”
October 21, 2025 at 12:26 AM
~ evening shift? It gets busier with the students coming in to study, and if you know writing, you will definitely be a big help.”

Plus, that would put her there with him. He could show her the ropes, so to speak. Not that he doesn’t pop by on mornings like this, too.

“They’ll hire you,” he ~
October 21, 2025 at 12:26 AM
He is definitely less frantic. Settled. While he would not deny that things do not always feel quite /complete/, his solution would be to . . . settle more. To get that dream job. Maybe . . . find someone. Have a family.

That would do the trick, he thinks.

“Well, if it were up yo me . . . ~
October 21, 2025 at 12:26 AM
~ the humanities, but we have some science texts, too.”

John is obviously absorbed in the work, but he glances over at Clara frequently.

Where has he seen her before?

The man shakes the thought off. He’s being silly.

“I think that’s about it. Unless you have questions for me.”
October 20, 2025 at 1:01 AM
~ nonexistent.

“Showing you around would be my pleasure.”

He points out a few things — stairs going down as well as where students can check out their own books.

“So they can come in after hours. Most like to burn the midnight oil as they finish their papers. Mostly, we have books related to ~
October 20, 2025 at 1:01 AM
“Of course,” he replies cheerily. “Most of the students are in class until well in the afternoon. It gets busier in the evening.”

Which is to say, he works well beyond a full day, but he likes it here. Plus . . . the library is all he really has. He lives alone, and his social life is next to ~
October 20, 2025 at 1:01 AM
~ respectable,” Helena adds when she catches John’s expression. “John, why don’t you give Clara the grand tour?”

It’s a small library.

“Of course,” he adds, gesturing for Clara to follow. “Shall we?”
October 19, 2025 at 11:03 PM
~ straight away.”

John’s expression falls slightly. He’d been trying to get a job there for the past year, but, it never stuck.

Then again, maybe he’s right where he needs to be.

Clara Oswald would deserve the Bodleian job if she got it.

“Not that Lincoln College Library is not perfectly ~
October 19, 2025 at 11:03 PM
Helena seems impressed by the psyche paper-produced CV. The woman nods.

“We could really use the help. You will have to officially apply on the university site, but I don’t see why they wouldn’t hire you with credentials like that. The British Library? Impressive. They might move you to the Bod ~
October 19, 2025 at 11:03 PM
~ exclaims. “But I think we should find out.”

She is about to rummage through the thing when John clears his throat.

“This is Clara. She’s interested in the open position.”
October 19, 2025 at 9:00 PM
~ a large box with the word “skeleton” written on the side of it.

John raises a brow, though doesn’t seem entirely surprised by the eccentric woman’s latest shenanigans.

“Umm . . . what’s with the box, Helena?”

The woman plops it on the table next to his stack of books.

“Don’t know!” Helena ~
October 19, 2025 at 9:00 PM
“Clara,” he echoes back with a gentle familiarity that belies and lack of /real/ memories.

His voice is as different as his appearance, but the kindness remains.

“You will have to talk to Helena about that,” John adds. “She’s the big boss.”

As of on cue, the woman bustles in carrying ~
October 19, 2025 at 9:00 PM
October 19, 2025 at 9:00 PM
~ before. Maybe a name would jog his memory.

“I’m John,” he says, holding out a hand to her.

He’s polite. Warm and welcoming. A far cry from who he was . . . even if the only self he has known has been this one.
October 19, 2025 at 6:28 PM
“What? Oh . . . no, not at all,” he assures the woman. “Please take the table. I work here, so I’ll be hopping about. If you need anything.”

She is definitely familiar. Those big eyes . . . Lovely eyes. The way she’s looking at him with almost recognition makes him wonder if he /has/ met her ~
October 19, 2025 at 6:28 PM
~ the woman standing in front of him, but he cannot place her. Maybe she is a student who has been in here before.

Whoever she is, he cannot help but smile broadly at her.

“Hello.”
October 19, 2025 at 12:50 PM