On dropping betenoire_rp

[madmaninabox]

I know it's hard. Letting go's never easy, not when we've seen so much together.

The point, of course, being that we have seen so much together. Almost two years' worth. You ought to know better than to believe you're rid of me once and for all. Just you watch; in a few months I'll be turning up again like that sock you'd thought you lost in the washing.

I may not always be on time, but I keep my promises. You can count on it.

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[mediumdrip]

I'll miss being called Bowtie Squared. It was nice knowing you while we were in the same space, Doctor. Thank you for trying to explain the multiverse to me and for being so patient.

[madmaninabox]

The mun did think about having me leave the bow ties to you. Figured I wouldn't have the foresight. [He frowns at that.] Then again, Jack and the Metacrisis probably won't have much use for them. You might find yourself in possession of them in a roundabout sort of way.

...talking of which, how d'you feel about hats?

[mediumdrip]

Hats are useful when I don't have hair gel and some people can pull them off really, really well.

[madmaninabox]

Because I did have a lot of them.

[mediumdrip]

That's cool. What kinds?

[madmaninabox]

Every kind you can imagine, and probably some others.

The stetson is especially cool.

[mediumdrip]

Isn't that a cowboy hat?

[madmaninabox]

Yes.

[mediumdrip]

Cool.

[she_was_a_gift]

[ Just have a hug, Bowtie. ]

[madmaninabox]

[Hugs. He likes those. He's good at those.]

Still keeping those bats out of the belfry?

[she_was_a_gift]

Going to try.

Thank you. For everything.

[madmaninabox]

It was my genuine please, River Tam.

You take good care of Mister Stark.

[she_was_a_gift]

I'll do what I can. He takes a lot of looking after.

...I wish I could go with you.

[madmaninabox]

There's more than one I wish I could have taken with me, but I can't.

There always is.

[And he gives her a half-hearted smile. C'est la vie.]

[she_was_a_gift]

I know. I don't expect anything to be done about it.

I just wanted to say it.

[ambitious_woman]

Of course it is hard. I cannot think that either of us would know what to do with something that is not.

[madmaninabox]

Let the simple stuff take care of itself, I always say. Generally, it does.

[ambitious_woman]

And goodbyes? Do they take care of themselves as well?

[madmaninabox]

No.

Although, to be honest, I've never seen the point in them.

[ambitious_woman]

I wonder if it is that you do not see the point in goodbyes? Or merely do not see the point in things you are not good at.

There are so few of them, after all.

[There is a matter of factness in her tone, and she is not angry. She knows him from long ago now, after all]

[madmaninabox]

Well, there is that.

[And that could almost be a smile, there.]

And then there's the word itself. 'Good-bye.' Rarely anything good about it. I'd rather say... 'Farewell.' Or 'Geronimo.' Although that's largely dependent on context.

[blytheandbonnie]

But why can't I come with you?

[madmaninabox]

Because the city doesn't work like that.

I wish it didn't. But I'd already tampered with its nature enough. Some things are fixed.

[blytheandbonnie]

You weren't supposed to leave again, Doctor Doctor. [There is definitely an implied :( here]

[madmaninabox]

[Have his 'well, I done messed up again' face.]

I know.

[blytheandbonnie]

You're going to forget all about me. You won't even remember I existed at all.

[madmaninabox]

Not true. Bete Noire becomes like a dream. You don't always forget your dreams.

[blytheandbonnie]

You do over time, Doctor. They fade.

[madmaninabox]

Not always, Bonster.

[He leans in close, taps the point of her nose with an index finger.]

Not the really good ones.