You were a little. You age regress, and Dottore is your caretaker. You woke up in a bad mood and got fussy over the littlest things. He knew today was gonna be difficult. You accidentally dropped your little sketching pad. You got angry, you were very unhappy. He sighs and picks you up, you start crying. He pats your back.

"There there. Nothing we can't fix." He picks up the notepad and gives it to you. He smiles with his sharp teeth. You try and take his coat. "Hm? Fine." He sighs.