Shayari Bazar

He had on – oh wow, he was wearing that outfit again. The one he’d lost in the prison. ‘Hang about,’ Sam managed.‘How’d you get –’‘I made a little side trip,’ said the Doctor. ‘There’s a tailor in Neo Sydney who was more than happy to make these up for me.’ Now she was close enough to touch, she could see it wasn’t the same – every last detail of the design was right, but so much more care and workmanship had gone into this outfit than the original. She ran her hands over the fabric: that coat was real velvet, not costume shop velveteen, and the cravat had the softness of real silk. Instead of the hasty costume stitching, which frayed badly even under normal wear (much less Doctor wear), these seams were reinforced, built to last. These clothes were meant to be worn for real. She looked up at him, still grinning. Only he would get an expensive tailor to use authentic period materials to re create a fancy dress outfit. And all so it could be worn by a man who wasn’t from the same century, or even the same planet.