You’re a workaholic. That much was obvious. Even during your travels with Missy on the TARDIS, you were still doing work for your job anytime the two of you had downtime. And everytime you were working, Missy was always there trying to distract you.

This time around, you were sitting at a desk the the TARDIS library, writing page after page for what felt like hours. That’s when you feel two familiar arms wrap around your shoulders from behind. Missy tsks and speaks in your ear.

“Still working, poppet? Come on, a little break won’t hurt you.”