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"Afternoon, ms. Here for a check up?" He had no need to think anything of his sister or The Doctor’s life when at work.
"Oh, ta, but no," she smiled, sheepish apologies written into the expression on her face as she turned to face the man who’d spoken.
"I was actually just wonderin’ if my friend had come by here — I’ve lost him, see, an’ he’s, er, sort of my ride. He’s tall, wearin’ a pinstriped suit an’ trainers, got on a big brown coat?"
Elisa gave the girl a smile shrugged. “No harm done,” Elisa said. “Odd place to be hiding in, don’t ya think,” Elisa jokes and tilts her head. “My name’s Elisa. What’s yours?”
Closing the door of the TARDIS behind her — figuring it was too late to go back in and pretend like nothing had happened now — Rose grinned back, giving a shrug. “A bit, yeah,” she admitted, a laugh on the edge of her words, “but I like odd things. My name’s Rose — it’s good to meet ya, Elisa! Pretty name.”
"Well, yes- yes I suppose it is," Ellie said, a bit taken aback by the young woman’s enthusiasm. Sure she was happy to see a bit of sunshine here finally- London was dreadfully grey and dreary most of the time compared to Broadchurch- but she wasn’t about to go bounding down the walk or anything. "Tom, sweetie, please put your helmet on. Thank you!" she called to her son who was enjoying the day with a bit of time on his skateboard.
"Oh, brilliant,” she beamed, standing up straighter despite the look on the woman’s face that clearly spelled out that she thought Rose had gone a bit bonkers. Absently, she wondered what her mother would be doing now — whether she’d even arrived in the right time frame that would allow a visit — and her smile dimmed just a little. Quickly, though, it was strengthened by the look the woman gave to a boy not far away from them.
"He your son?" she asked, much calmer than she’d been before, her smile gentler. "He looks sweet. I was just thinkin’ of going to visit my mum, actually." The admission came from nowhere, but she thought it might explain her rather abrupt behaviour.
Violet eyes glanced down at the offered hand, and slowly she reached out to shake it. It was..different, nearly strange, for her to be interacting with a stranger like this without wanting to kill her. Anna decided she liked it; she figured it was a practice to regain her humanity back.
The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, the beginnings of a faint smile. “The same for me. I have nothing to do until school lets out..”
Rose wondered, briefly, whether the girl before her was the type to be nervous with new people — it seemed like she was unused to Rose’s brand of friendliness, in any case. She decided then that she’d tone it down a little, hoping to reassure her. Still, she shook her hand brightly, a wide smile on her face.
"Your mate’s in school?" she asked, curious, rocking back onto her heels and shoving her hands into her pockets. "Mine just wanders off, least you’ve got a location for yours!" At that, she let out a light laugh and a smile.
[ It is the reaction he’d anticipated, and it endlessly pleases him. As he tips in, just the slightest, his smile opens up to show straight teeth and crinkle his mischievously coruscating eyes at the corners. ]
" Oh, but it is. "
[ He turns, away, but before he takes a step after the swivel, he looks across his shoulder, unpockets a hand, and wriggles his fingers at her. ]
" Come on then. "
[ She’s mesmerized by the idea, and maybe just a little bit by the look on his face. Mostly, though, knowing that all her life she’s grown up being assured that the 30th of February isn’t a day and now being told differently — well, it’s one hell of a kick, isn’t it! She’s excited, and the grin grows on her lips until it matches his. ]
[ Even her amazement isn’t going to stop her from teasing him. And then, her eyes bright and curious and her grin wide, she takes his hand. ]
"Go on, then!"
[She’s laughing, you can bet that, but there’s a fondness in her eyes.] That’s some poetry!
Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, Doctor.
[ He lays a hand upon his chest and inhales deeply, straightening. ]
" My companion’s hair is nothing like the sun - roses are far more red than her lip’s red — ! "
[ He deflates again, though, when he glances her shyness, beneath him. His own expression of bold humor fades, and, as it falls, his hand slides up into the back of his hair, to scratch within the short choppy layers.
Does this warrant a you’re welcome?
Even as an alien, he somehow doubts that is the appropriate response. ]
" You, uhhh — "
[ Silence. ]
" … You’re welcome. "
[ He can’t think of anything better. ]
[ It’s stilted and god she’s made a mistake, hasn’t she, she’s made this too real and now he’ll never try something like this again — what an idiot!
Is there even sincerity behind it, or is he just saying it because he feels like he’s got to say something? Cor, she’s overanalyzing again, no — no, no, she’s got to back up now, change the subject, it’s always much easier doing that —]
"Can’t keep stealin’ Shakespeare an’ pretendin’ you’ve written it, you know."
[ She smiles, but it’s more hesitant than before. There’d been a pause between his ‘you’re welcome’ and her joking, he’s got to have noticed it, and she feels so naff and awkward like she’s fourteen all over again. ]
"I’ll start thinkin’ you can’t come up with anythin’ better."
The Master spun around in confusion at being called by the name that his childhood friend had chosen. Then he found himself face to face with a certain blonde that he had often heard about. “What makes you think… Oh sweet Gallifrey it is the leather jacket, short dark hair and big ears, isn’t it…”
She skidded to a halt when the man turned around and it demonstrably wasn’t the Doctor — the embarrassment made her cheeks turn a healthy shade of pink, and Rose had already opened her mouth to apologize profusely when the man spoke.
She’d planned to keep looking for the Doctor, but not after that.
"You — you know the Doctor?!” she asked, eyes wide in surprise. The man had described him perfectly; there couldn’t be any other explanation. “Have you seen him ‘round?”
Chloe looked at the other in concern.
”Are you all right?”
"…yeah — yeah, I reckon I’m fine," she murmured, shaking her head and putting a smile on. Losing herself in her own thoughts could be saved for some other time.
"Thanks, though. Any reason you asked?"
Dani resisted the urge to ask further, though her curiosity was peaked. What was so secret that Rose couldn’t talk about it? But the excitement, and slight nervousness, that accompanied the scheme was taking over.
The younger girl led the blonde to a particular door on the landing, stopping just outside of it. “Dee’s though there.” She said, gesturing to the doorknob. “Go on; I’m sure she’ll like to meet you!”
Though Rose wasn’t scared of what she’d find — she was almost sure she’d met more terrifying things than the ghost of a young girl, anyway — she was curious why her young guide wouldn’t be coming in with her. “I’m going in alone, then?” she asked offhand, raising her eyebrows, their previous conversation forgotten now.
Looking back at the door, she put her hand on the knob and turned it, trying not to feel like she was playing directly into any horror film clichés. “All right,” she said, half to herself and half to Dani. “See you in a bit, then!”
And she pushed the door open, making her way in with equal parts curiosity and mild trepidation.