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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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[iwasherefirst]

Everything. Anything. As long as we stay together. We got a whole universe to see. You and me. Rose Tyler and The Doctor.

[am_i_being_rude]

[ That coaxes a light grin out of him. ]

Yes we do. We so certainly do. There's entire quadrants I haven't shown you yet, can you believe it? Starting to feel like I've neglected you somehow, depriving you of the experiences, even if it was by accident.

[iwasherefirst]

[She returns his grin with a slightly tentative one of her own.]

Goin' to have to make up for that, Doctor. Otherwise, I'll end up poutin' and stormin' 'bout.

[am_i_being_rude]

Oh yeah? I thought I was the storm here.

[iwasherefirst]

Mmmm yeah, but 'm pickin' up your traits like the rude.

[am_i_being_rude]

Hmmm. Does that mean I ought to be picking up some of yours then too? Like... D'you think I'll start going blonde?

[iwasherefirst]

[She snorts a bit there. She couldn't imagine him blonde.]

Thought you might start wearin' pink.

[am_i_being_rude]

I don't think I've got the complexion for pink. I'd start looking all ill all the time, and that just wouldn't do. Who wants to listen to a sick doctor?