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... So. You gave in, then, yeah? Decided on comin' to Dreamwidth after all?

Well, look at this way. Mightn't be such a barmy decision. It's a whole new adventure, right?

So, then, mun. First order of business, yeah? It's to find me some bloomin' castmates. I mean, c'mon, there must be a few Doctors hoppin' 'round here.

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[hug time? Donna certainly thinks so]

Oh, c'mere you.

[she hugs him, 'cause he's her best friend and he's hurting]

Maybe you could talk to your mun. I dunno. Get 'em to take you from sometime else.

[He'll take that hug, but never quite admit to just how much it hurts.]

Thanks, Donna.

[After a moment or two.]

I could. Yeah, course I could. Except that I don't seem to be as persuasive as I thought.

[Can talk his way into or out of anything... except where his mun is concerned.]

What? You? A problem with talkin'? Don't kid me, mate, you can talk the hind legs off a flippin' donkey, you can.

[He looks sheepish now.]

I always thought I could, but I think I've met my match this time.

[smirks]

Never thought I'd see the day.

[He pouts.]

I have my.... limits.

Face it, Doctor - 'cause I've seen it many a-time in a bloke - you are whipped.

[so much smirking]

[His voice is about two octaves too high.]

Whipped?? I don't know what you're talking about.

[Only he so obviously does.]

I think you do.

[totally teasing him because it's just so much fun]

Don--na.

[Yes, he's whining.]

I thought you were on my side.

[And there's the pout.}

[hits him playfully on the arm and laughs]

You are so easy to wind up, you are.

[He falls away when her hand makes contact, then he rubs his arm.]

Owwww.

[Totally hamming it up now.]

Oh. Don't be such a flippin' girl, Spaceman.

[Forever this expression, Noble.]

[this face, right back at you, time boy]

So, your mun got anythin' planned for you over here?

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