There, lying spreadeagled on the floor of the TARDIS, one hand on his stomach, is the Doctor. Blue suit, red converses kicked off and tie loosened. Next to him is a large, nearly-empty box with one cupcake left inside. In his right hand is a nearly-empty glass of milk.
Sylar pokes his head into the console room. "Doc?"
"Please…refrain…uuuuugh…" the Doctor groans and attempts to shift around, but winds up simply lying there.
"Did the cupcake prompt, hmm?" Sylar smirks.
"And you decided to eat them all?"
The Doctor nods, painfully.
"You didn't even leave me one?" The pout is almost very cute. But, then again, it's Sylar, so it's not really cute, it's mostly evil and sinister.
The Doctor motions towards the box. Sylar peers inside and makes a face.
"Closest to 'brains' I could find."
"You know, cos you're like this I can take advantage."
"I don't perform well on an overly full stomach."
"I meant I could kill you and eat your brain rather than this cupcake."
"Less cholesterol in the cupcake. Are you planning on mocking me the whole time I'm like this?"
"Pretty much, yep."
The Doctor sighs. He couldn't help it. They were all shiny and delicious.
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 207