Oh. Are you referring to my new grumpy regeneration walking around? He's just so- grumpy! I can't believe I end up as him. [He made a face then pouted.]
I'll miss the bowtie too. [He didn't let go but just pondered for a moment. He changes and he doesn't even know why. It's a rather chilling thought. Yet, he's happy right now being with his best friend.]
Maybe you should stop calling them that then. Demote them. Call them appointments. Meetings. A business lunch.
Better yet, stop going on them altogether. [Subtle, Doctor. About as subtle as turning up at her school dressed like a character from Open All Hours.] They're a waste of time anyway.
Don't be stupid, Clara. That'd just be childish. [Which he is not. Nope. Not even slightly. Cue subject change~] But since you didn't fancy Brighton, we could always try Cornwall. I'm not sure what an inter-Celtic festival is but I know I want to go to one.
[Proceeding cautiously then.] Depends what they are. [See? Totally not selfish. At least he cares enough to pretend.] If you're planning on learning a language or how to play the bassoon, it can probably wait.
[Ah, but he's not swaying her, is he? Plan B.] Alright, I get it, you're sick of travelling. [Again, not really what she said but he's extrapolating any little thing he can just now.] We can fix that. Let's just stay here.
Teach me some Gallifreyan, then? [ a joke— she's fairly certain it'd melt her brain to mush. And if the actual knowledge didn't, his teaching methods probably would.
The quip about her tiring of travel leaves her puzzled, though, and it shows openly in her expression, head tilting to one side. ] here in my flat? You wouldn't be bored? [ Clara knows better than most just how good so staying put the Doctor is, and though she is by no means sick of zipping about the universe in the TARDIS with him, she's curious as to what he has in mind now. ]
So you can butcher the pronunciation? [Bit rich coming from him.]
Yeah, why not? It's a bit pokey and your sofa's got lumps in it but it'll do. [What he has in mind, for the most part, is to occupy as much of her free time as possible. By any means necessary, apparently.] Movie night! Let's do movie night. I'll pop ahead a few years and get you a copy of the eighth Star Wars film.
Shouldn't we watch the seventh film first? [ briefly, she looks him over as if he's grown a second head, but it only takes a moment to put two and two together, taking obvious note of the fact that he's still getting his way ( as per usual. ) In truth, it's a difficult offer to resist and mouth quirks into a knowing smile, shaking her head. ]
Clever boy. [ staying in does sound awfully appealing, despite intuitively knowing it will undoubtedly be less than peaceful, but the effort is ( sort of ) being made and it's worth a shot, settling back on her apparently lumpy sofa with a loud sigh, patting the seat beside her. ]
Isn't that out yet? [Uh, linear time is so unbearably slow.] Fine, we'll go with something a little more your speed. I'll even let you choose. [You see? This is what they call compromise. Better enjoy it while you can, Clara. It'll never last.]
[And there's sitting. He flicks out the tail of his jacket - dramatics - and bounces a bit on the cushion to determine its integrity. Purposely situates himself in the far corner - there's a surprisingly large gap between them despite what should have been a small amount of available space - and leans with an arm across the back of the sofa.] But nothing animated. Or musical, or romantic, or historical. And no westerns!
Leaving so many choices, aren't you. [ the wide berth given is duly noted, but two can easily play this game, eyeing the long arm he's slung over the back of the sofa briefly before she bridges the gap, scooting closer as she takes said arm and pulls it around her shoulders, remote in hand. He's going to hate it and that's nearly the best part, clicking on the television casually as she tries not to laugh at his obvious discomfort.
It's not a date, of course. They're just staying in. ]
Action? Thriller? Horror, maybe? [ films too close to personal experiences might hit a little too close to home but Clara isn't bothered. ]
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[ she pauses and gives him a fond smile ]
Me and new you.
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Where do we stand, Clara Oswald?
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[ she has the decency to look vaguely startled, blinking back at him a few times. ]
—well... best friends, aren't we?
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Best friends forever, that's us. [Have a hug, Clara.]
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Sort've miss the bow tie, though.
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I missed your scent.
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[He coughs.]
Of course not......he's just a boy after all, why would you be interested in a boy.
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[ she grins, bemused more than anything. ]
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[He snorts.]
You are doing the sarcasm thing again.
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Better yet, stop going on them altogether. [Subtle, Doctor. About as subtle as turning up at her school dressed like a character from Open All Hours.] They're a waste of time anyway.
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[ someone's not mincing words ]
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Helping. This is me being helpful. [Ish. And also probably not very convincing.]
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[ she doesn't— purposefully contrary now to prove her point but she looks bemused, waiting for his reaction. ]
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[Ah, but he's not swaying her, is he? Plan B.] Alright, I get it, you're sick of travelling. [Again, not really what she said but he's extrapolating any little thing he can just now.] We can fix that. Let's just stay here.
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The quip about her tiring of travel leaves her puzzled, though, and it shows openly in her expression, head tilting to one side. ] here in my flat? You wouldn't be bored? [ Clara knows better than most just how good so staying put the Doctor is, and though she is by no means sick of zipping about the universe in the TARDIS with him, she's curious as to what he has in mind now. ]
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Yeah, why not? It's a bit pokey and your sofa's got lumps in it but it'll do. [What he has in mind, for the most part, is to occupy as much of her free time as possible. By any means necessary, apparently.] Movie night! Let's do movie night. I'll pop ahead a few years and get you a copy of the eighth Star Wars film.
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Clever boy. [ staying in does sound awfully appealing, despite intuitively knowing it will undoubtedly be less than peaceful, but the effort is ( sort of ) being made and it's worth a shot, settling back on her apparently lumpy sofa with a loud sigh, patting the seat beside her. ]
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[And there's sitting. He flicks out the tail of his jacket - dramatics - and bounces a bit on the cushion to determine its integrity. Purposely situates himself in the far corner - there's a surprisingly large gap between them despite what should have been a small amount of available space - and leans with an arm across the back of the sofa.] But nothing animated. Or musical, or romantic, or historical. And no westerns!
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It's not a date, of course. They're just staying in. ]
Action? Thriller? Horror, maybe? [ films too close to personal experiences might hit a little too close to home but Clara isn't bothered. ]
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