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[Likely, but the 'Jackie, stop, just put me down' should have been fair indications even while it was in progress that it was being taken rather the other way.

It really, really is.

He's looking at the grape to see if a rabbit comes and takes the bait - they are for the most part annoyingly intelligent rabbits considering how dumb they act sometimes - and her hand in his hair is not what he was expecting but it is lovely just the same.] That's not playing nice. [Which is entirely undermined by the way he reacted to it. It's just... Rose. Too far away.]

[Well, Jackie doesn't exactly listen very well.

It's character building, right? Maybe it'll teach them self control. Nah, they'll more than likely decide they've had enough of the imposed self control and spend the next twenty four hours in the bedroom.

Rose has, for the most part, abandoned the teaching of Stormy. She's just letting him sort of hop around and oh, he's crewing on a bit of the rug over there. She's much more concerned with the current attention she's paying to the Doctor.] Mmmm, don't know, think it's awfully nice right now.

[I don't think either of them knows what 'self-control' is any more than Jackie understands that 'listening' and 'hearing' are two different concepts. It's probably a drawback to living in a time travelling, mildly-sentient, what-more-could-you-ask-for type of 'house'.

Yeah that sounds like Stormy. They are almost unnervingly and unerringly similar to rabbits sometimes. The Doctor has similarly abandoned most attention to the bunnies, although he's attempting to at least make a show of it.] Mhmm. I mean, no, it's not nice. Very distracting. Not that nice things can't be distracting. I don't think the two sets are mutually exclusive. Most sets aren't. Most don't even come with all the right parts. That rabbit is ridiculous. Who wants to eat the carpet when there's grapes and apples? We should have him tested. There must be a way to test a rabbit. Look, see, distracting. Don't stop.

[Excellent point. And really, it's much better to blame it on their lifestyle then on them.

Rose grins a bit at the ramble and the directive to not stop]

See if maybe he's got brain damage? Yeah, ought to be a way to test him. Wonder if they were experimented on 'fore we got them? [She bites her bottom lip around a grin, hand still ruffling through his hair.] Definitely won't stop.

[She is, however, going to sit more properly on the floor, crouching on her heels like that is tiring.]

[Exactly. They are entirely faultless in all this.]

Were they? There's got to be a way to figure for that. I'm not usually in the biological labs but I can take one or both of them to work and see for sure. It would be sort of cool if they made up for being a little bit... daft, by developing cool superpowers later on. [He's just not commenting on it anymore but he's leaned up against her more now that she's more steady.]

[It's brilliant that they both agree on this.]

Don't know. Think they guy was a scientist though. I can go with and help corral and assist. [She's entirely fine with him leaning against her. She shifts a little so that she can put her arm around him, fingers tangling more deeply in his hair, her chin resting against the top of his head. It's really for the best his back is to her and the back of his head is against her chest and shoulder.] Super powers like...flyin' or glowin' in the dark?

[ooc: Also, I had to when rabbits + super powers came into the convo]

[At this rate they'll just wind up sitting here, possibly sleep until midnight, and then she'll wake up and poke him and be like, 'okay, we can sleep now, and you'd goddamn better do it after all that waiting.']

Oh, I hope not. They start flying, we'll never be able to catch them. Glowing in the dark would be neat though. We'd each have our own little reading bunnies. That would be fun.

[After a few moments she shifts again, lying back on the floor and pulling him with her. Much more comfortable for waiting out midnight. Yes, that's precisely what she'll do. Hopefully she'll actually drag him to the bedroom first.

The comment about the reading bunnies makes her giggle.]

Have to teach 'em to sit still on the nightstands then.

[Oh, hey, lying down. That's okay. Nice, even, considering the floor.]

Mobile reading bunnies. Mobile exercise-type reading bunnies - you have to keep up with them if you want to know what happens next in the story. In the dark. This is potentially just an excuse to read with a helmet on.

[She sorts of twists his hair around her fingers as he's talking and laughs a little.]

Who hasn't wanted to read with a helmet on. And while runnin' none the less. In the dark. Might ought to make sure we clear a path though. Just in case.

Maybe it's more of an outdoor exercise activity. Although then they'd need to be on leashes or you might never know how the story ends. Or trained, I suppose. [Three, two, one, snort.] Leashes then.

[yeah, she laughs hard enough at the idea of them being trained that she's making a very jiggly pillow.]

Ought to get leashes anyhow. They might like goin' to the park. They could chew on the grass there steada our rugs.

[The jiggly pillow is an... interesting experience.

He makes a bit of a face she can't see. Leashes? Walking the rabbits? But it is a good idea, really. And would make the rabbits happy. Probably.] Yeah they probably would. Get 'em some nice super durable ones they can't chew through when we're not paying attention, unless we just want to accidentally make an anonymous coney donation to the park. Which, in about seven months time, the park may not actually appreciate.

[Well if he's going to make her laugh, he'll just have to get used to it.]

They'd eat everythin' in the park and we'd end up bored when we're tryin' not to do the sorta things we really want to do.

[Oh no, she hasn't forgotten. She's just resigned to waiting until midnight. She lightly ghosts her fingertips over the shell of his ear when she says it though and then back through his hair.]

Well... I doubt we'd be in the park. For that. With the rabbits. They're a bit distracting.

[Seriously. Distracting. How far away is midnight now.]

Well no and it's a bit...public. Don't mind sorta snogging in public on occasion but more than that...

[She bites her bottom lip and looks about for a clock. Somewhere. It had to be somewhat close to midnight by now. Maybe. Right?]

[I vote it's close to midnight if only because I'm sure he's being lulled into drowsiness between the banality and domesticity of bunnies and petting and lying down on the floor and also because their conversation seems to be petering out a bit.]

You don't? [He hadn't thought about that either. He... isn't sure how he feels about it. Handholding and hugs are about as far as he doesn't think about it.]

[Close to midnight it is.]

Nope. Sorta nice, like answerin' all those 'are they a couple or aren't they' sorta questions and you get to share this tiny intimate sorta moment in the middle of whatever else is goin' on. Like huggin', but...more unique 'cause 'less you're Jack, you're not kissin' just everyone. Like you hug lotsa people and I do too, but I only kiss you so it's this little moment in the middle of everything. [She twirls a piece of his hair around her finger.] Oh Mr. Time Lord, what time is it now?

[He's quiet, considering that. That sort of display for completely contradictory reasons makes him really, super self-conscious. But what she's describing might be nice to experience at least the once. Maybe. He'll have to think about it. The twirl feels nice but he's sort of pulled out of his thoughts with the last comment.] Oh, uh.. About ten to midnight. Little under.

[It's not important enough for her to push it. She gets plenty of contact with him in public simply because neither one of them have any concept of personal space. She just wouldn't mind if that were taken a step further.

She bites her bottom lip and trails the fingertips of her free hand over the curve of his neck.]

And you're sure that time doesn't start movin' slower sometimes?

[He works really hard on suppressing his reaction to that, because finger tips and fairly sensitive skin is usually goosebumps and mild shuddering even if you are a nine hundred year old Time Lord.]

The, uhh... Perception of time is flexible, yes, but time itself... Isn't. Very rigidly maintained unto itself.

[A grin spreads across her face because he did an excellent job of trying to suppress his reaction and she recognised the effort that went into that. She bites her bottom lip, ghosting her fingers back up his neck slowly and along the sensitive spot between his jaw and his ear.]

So this ten minutes...not any harder to wait out than the ten minutes when we're in the thick of somethin' movin' much too fast.

[Lying down was a very bad idea; he takes back any thoughts he had previously about it being nice and not a bad idea because it was a bad idea.]

Nope. No-not at all. Moving what too fast?

[Lying down was probably the best option. She's still only wearing his coat, unbuttoned, and a pair of tiny boy short underwear. At least he can't actually see this. Not to mention, if he weren't lying on top of her, she'd be free to nibble, kiss, suck and lick at his neck instead of just teasing with her fingertips.]

Y'know people shootin' at us or chasin' us or tryin' to end the world.

[She runs her fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at it.]

[Yeah he's getting hardcore seduction vibes on top of what is actually happening and that's really not helping.]

Oh, that, that moving too fast. I'd say not really, no. About the same. What with time... Feeling a little, slower, when that sort of thing is happening. And the waiting.

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so, guess who massively misread 'he's crewing on the rug over there'

LOL well it helps when I don't typo all over the place

i like typos

You're a happy person when threading with me then

in general and for several reasons, yes

<3

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