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[iwasherefirst]

[Rose Tyler is on the screen, the video close so that it's just her smile.]

Brilliant day today, innit?

[She steps back slowly until she's visible from about the tops of her thighs up. This is Rose's outfit today.]

Glad it's gotten warm enough to wear these sorts of things. Come on into Cinna's and buy somethin' from me.

[Catch her at Passione or running around the City.]

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[iwasherefirst]

[She just nods both in agreement and understanding, ruffling her fingers through his hair softly. She can hear the sleepy in his voice and feel it in herself.]

Ought to get the both of us in a proper bed. [She likes the minutes after wards with the snuggling and the sleepiness. She likes the way their emotions lay over them like a heavy, warm blanket and as much as she fights it, she likes drifting off into sleep next to him, knowing he's falling asleep next to her as well.]

[am_i_being_rude]

[ He's like this close to a happy little sigh. He might actually have done it already and not noticed. ]

That means moving, doesn't it? M'not sure how I feel about that.

[iwasherefirst]

[Happy little sighs are good. Those are the sort of things Rose takes and stores away to take out later, because it makes her feel warm and fuzzy that she makes the Doctor happy, really happy, not the frantic, maniac, 'look at me I'm so smiley' happy that he does for the universe so he doesn't have to look at how much he dislikes himself.

She huffs a bit of a laugh at that.]

Guess we could just sleep on the floor.

[Feral teenagers. Seriously.]

[am_i_being_rude]

[ She really, really does. He's not thinking about how much he dislikes himself at all right now. He's thinking about how nice and cool the floor is, and how hot she is still, and how much he loves her, and that okay, maybe the bed would be nicer, even if it would require moving, and that her laughing even that lightly while he's lying on top of her is an interesting feeling that should be explored sometime, and other things. ]

Th' rabbits'll pee on us.

[iwasherefirst]

[Those are all good things for him to be thinking about, partially because of the content of the thoughts and partially just because he wasn't thinking about disliking himself.

If he wants to explore the whole laughing while he's lying on top of her feeling, this would be an excellent time because at his words, she laughs and it's a full laugh, or at least as full as it can be in this position.]

They would pee on us. Think we can move to the bedroom and still keep touchin'?

[am_i_being_rude]

[ He's very pleased with that reaction as well as happy the experiment could take place so quickly. Definitely have to try that some more later. That's kind of fun in a bouncy sort of way. ]

Probably. [ He starts moving to get up, making exaggerated noises of effort, giving her a hand as well. ] C'mon then. Before the rabbits come back.

[iwasherefirst]

[She takes his hand and slips under his arm, trying for wrapping herself around him as they start toward the bedroom.]

They're probably plottin' right now.

[am_i_being_rude]

[ She can koala all she likes, he's just shuffling to the appropriate room at the moment. ]

They've been saving some of their food rations. I wonder if they're planning to siege us.

[iwasherefirst]

[Brilliant. She likes this koala thing. It might slow them down but it's got it's benefits too.]

Might be plannin' an assassination. Stockin' up 'til they get new owners.

[am_i_being_rude]

[ Only a little but he's got long shuffles anyway so it all balances out fairly well. He bumps up against the side of the bed in short order - bumps because he's not really looking where he's going. ]

That would be very cunning of them. And possibly demonstrate a level of mechanical engineering heretofore unseen in rabbits, considering it's either that they're building something to kill us, or are just hoping we'll quietly and placidly lie there while they kick us to death.

[iwasherefirst]

[She giggles and sort of does her best to just pull him onto the bed on top of her in some sort of resemblance to the position they'd been in on the floor.]

If they're goin' to try and kill us, 'm hopin' for the first one. 'Least it'd mean we've got genius rabbits.

[am_i_being_rude]

[ He goes along with it in as much as he tries not to land on her too much or land on anything of his that would hurt, but it's pretty quickly that they manage to settle into the same approximate position, and he takes in a deep breath and lets it all out when they're done. ]

Genius rabbits might be fun. Might have to teach them something else though. Not that assassin bunnies wouldn't be thoroughly entertaining and possibly helpful, because who expect a bunny?

[iwasherefirst]

[The deep breath makes her smile because it's pretty much her reaction as well. She wraps her arms around him, settling into things with a soft sigh.]

Think of all the people we could off without any consequences. [Except for the guilt of course.] Might teach 'em to clean up a bit. That'd be nice.

[am_i_being_rude]

Yes, because that's what you do with a pair of beyond-genius-level engineering prodigy bunny assassins - teach them to tidy up your flat. Not a basic stereotypical recipe for brewing resentment whatsoever.

[iwasherefirst]

[She winces a bit 'cause he's got a point.] Teach 'em to build a flat tidyin' robot?

[am_i_being_rude]

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Did you just suggest our rabbits get to work on The Better Roomba?

[iwasherefirst]

[That gets a snort of laughter and then she's just going to giggle a moment, giving him a chance to experience that whole laughter while he's lying on her thing.]

Think I did. Somethin' that cleans the loo and does the dishes.

[am_i_being_rude]

[ He does appreciate it, grinning a little bit himself. Her laughing while he's lying on top of her is one thing though, her laughing while he has yet to remove himself from within her is entirely different. He finds he appreciates both to even degrees. ]

I'm sure we could find a way to convince them this is a good idea. More play time out in the park. more treats with food. [ Or. something. ]