The Doctor makes his way across his own TARDIS' console room to the doorway, where the two TARDIS have "docked" with each other. A very precise materialization, that—one of those miracles of accuracy the TARDIS achieves when she wants to, and rarely when he does. The more things change, the more they stay the same, even across universes...
He's left most of his "sparkle" behind—though, as he lets his hand trail across his TARDIS' controls as he passes the console, a faint haze of energy follows the path of his hand. It's impossible to say whether the energy moves from his hand to the TARDIS or from the TARDIS to his hand—and, in any case, he doesn't notice the phenomenon.
When he gets to the TARDIS' almost-touching doorways, he leans across the small gap, and knocks on his other's TARDIS' doorframe.
"Permission to board?"
His tone says it's a joke, but...well, he did absorb the sense that his other's TARDIS is a bit...different from his.
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He's left most of his "sparkle" behind—though, as he lets his hand trail across his TARDIS' controls as he passes the console, a faint haze of energy follows the path of his hand. It's impossible to say whether the energy moves from his hand to the TARDIS or from the TARDIS to his hand—and, in any case, he doesn't notice the phenomenon.
When he gets to the TARDIS' almost-touching doorways, he leans across the small gap, and knocks on his other's TARDIS' doorframe.
"Permission to board?"
His tone says it's a joke, but...well, he did absorb the sense that his other's TARDIS is a bit...different from his.