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[iwasherefirst]

[Rose is lying in the hammock sulking. There is no other word for it. She's swinging slightly in the hammock, a pout firmly fixed on her face. Over the last several months in the City, she's slowly forgotten what the meaning of personal space is. The City has seen fit to remind her today and she's not taking it well. At all.]

Rubbish curse. How're we s'posed to cope with curses and all the other sortsa things the City tosses at us if we can't even hold someone's hand?

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[generated_anomaly]

You can cope at midnight! I'm told that midnight is when all the curses come to an end. Then you can hold all the hands you want! We can have a hand holding party!

[iwasherefirst]

[Rose can't help but smile at Jenny.]

Definitely ought to have a hand holdin' party complete with hugs.

[generated_anomaly]

More than two and you definitely have a party. I've never been to a party but I bet one would be fun! Especially one where you hold hands and hug and the like!

[iwasherefirst]

We'll invite the dad that leaves down the hall too, yeah? And we ought to have a party sometime since you've never been to one.

[charring]

I may not be one for physical affection at the best of times, but I have a huge list of people I am hugging at midnight just because I'll be able to again.

[iwasherefirst]

My list of needin' immediate hugs is pretty short, but yeah, he's goin' on notice.

[charring]

You're on my list, if that's okay. Because it sounds like you might need one.

[iwasherefirst]

Never goin' to turn down a hug from anyone. I could use one. You too, I'm guessin'?

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[minigolfandsushi]

Wait, we'll be getting curses on top of this? Fuck!

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[iwasherefirst]

What? No...Just meant, m'still recoverin' from the whole desert city glass city curse.

[She means she doesn't like not being attached at the hip to the guy that sort of looks like you, Peter.]

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[minigolfandsushi]

Oh thank god. Don't scare me like that!

[likesavantgarde]

Least it wears off after a bit?

[iwasherefirst]

That's sorta comfortin'.

How are you doin' Ianto?

[aperfectthird]

Most of these only last a day, thank Merlin.

[iwasherefirst]

I know. It's just a really long time when you can't touch anybody.

[She's being five years old today apparently.]

Rather like that sayin' though. Thank Merlin.

[aperfectthird]

You haven't heard it before?

[am_i_being_rude]

[He's sort of around but it's weird being around and not being allowed to be as around as he wants, so...]

Yeah, they don't really get it, do they?

[iwasherefirst]

[She's looks to him, sulk still firmly in place. It's more than petty pouting and really, the only other person that realises that is this version of the Doctor. They've got some major separation anxiety going on after everything their universe and then this City has put them through. She turns a bit more on her side to watch him and nods.]

I don't think anybody does. They all think I'm just bein' childish.

[am_i_being_rude]

[She's in the hammock and he's sort of in the doorway opposite, leaning against the wall. It's weird, forced personal space. It makes you very aware of how much you didn't seem to have it before, and how unaware you were of that fact. Oh well.]

You're not being childish. [It's quite a bit softer than he intended and he's a little surprised by that and not sure whether he's tired somehow or what.] It's just difficult. And... weird.

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[leathered]

Gotten a bit spoiled, have you? It's only a day. You'll live.

[ He visits, okay. Maybe he's a little bit concerned. Pouty Rose is never a good thing. ]

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[iwasherefirst]

A bit. [She admits it grudgingly.] Not big on personal space anymore.

[Which he's probably already aware of as she does a lot of straightening his lapels and brushing his shoulders and kissing his cheek. It's not terribly awkward with him but her lack of personal space has extended to pretty much anyone she knows with any kind of familiarity.]

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[leathered]

[ He will come over and pat her bubble sympathetically. ]

This is still better than sand, though. Found some in the closet the other day. How'd it manage to creep all the way over there?

[stopbleepingme]

You know it'll be over soon, Rose. We can have a proper spa day then, yeah? nails and toes and maybe a mud bath.

[iwasherefirst]

Spa day'd be nice with lotsa hugs.

[Still pouting]

[stopbleepingme]

You're a worse only child than I was. [ What? She's not chuckling at all... ]