a bit of uncertainty

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The buddha statue is talking to him, and normally Tamamori would pay attention and try and make sense of all relevant parts to that sentence -- 'buddha statue is talking' is rather strange, even to him, even now -- but all he can really do is just tap his foot on the floor in an impatient huff. He should have figured a statue in the likeness of a divine spirit would speak slow.

Yet somehow, he can't get in a word to actually tell the thing to hurry up, he doesn't have all day, he has to go home and has a stop on the way. He's been trying to go home for the past two weeks but it's hard to do that when he doesn't know where Miyata is and home is wherever he is, so he just wants to get back to the TARDIS and keep searching for him.

But noooooo, the Doctor has to drag him around on these species-saving jaunts of his, like it even matters to him. Really.

Some days, he fakes sick so he can poke and prod at the control panels in the TARDIS, careful not to touch anything big, shiny, and red, but inputs the right figures when he thinks the computer is asking him details about Miyata's build. He puts in everything he remembers -- brown hair, large nose, dark eyes, nose, that extra bit of fat that Tamamori poked -- pokes, but doesn't ever want him to get rid of. Tamamori chances taking the TARDIS to a planet that came back with an 'uncomfirmed presence', scans and rescans all the galaxies, but everything comes back empty.

"You deal with this," Tamamori says crossly, already marching back towards the blue police box. He's had enough of all this time travel, if he's honest, and running from weird things that spew slime and gunk and whatever else, and that's all he does, anyway, run. He's not even useful.

Maybe he should just go home.

He locks the door of the TARDIS behind him, leans against it and stays there, staring at the control center in the center, glowing with gold and green and crimson lights. It would be so easy, he realizes. A few presses of a button, really.

...maybe he should go home.



miquilis' turn!