The TARDIS’s wardrobe was immense, thousands of outfits to choose from! He needed something that reflected his new personality, but still wasn’t quite sure what sort of person he was. He’d have to rely on instinct to choose.
The suit had style; on the smart side of casual, it made him feel ready for anything. He loved the way the coat swished around him. Something was missing though; he couldn’t save the universe barefoot.
Boots were too clunky, dress shoes too prissy, nothing was right until he spotted them. Red Converse sneakers, running shoes; what could possibly be more appropriate?