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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things!

--um, what was next? Oh. Right.

Of shoes! And...um, ships? And sealing wax! Of cabbages--ew, and kings!

I don't remember the rest. I think there was something 'bout oysters. Which are gross. They're all slimy and have sand in them and last time I ate them, I got sick.

((Because the TARDIS is in need of some crack. Rose Tyler, age five! Again! Yaaay--*shot*))

Comments

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I dunno.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Well-- was there something you wanted to see?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I dunno.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . You're very unspecific, you know.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Is that?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Is that what?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

--I forgot what I was gonna say.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . I see.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

See what?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Nothing really, apparently.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Then why did you say "I see?"

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

It sounds better than "huh."

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[Suddenly sees something, then runs off without him and dives into some bushes]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- [blinks] Oi, Rose Tyler, get back here--! [sigh, giving chase]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Will be crawling through some bushes]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[crouching to see if he can catch sight of her] Rose-- honestly, what are you doing in there?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I thought I saw a banana.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . And you chased after it.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yes.

--oooh, is that a mouse? [Chases something else now]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- Oi! [a;sldja;lsd making a grab for her wrist -- does he catch it, y/n?]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Um...y! But she'll wiggle away.]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[well in that case, he gives a frustrated sort of grunt and watches for her >: ]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Poor Doctor. He sucks at babysitting. And she'll come back when she finds out the mouse was just a rock.]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[sigh, children. ): ] Done, then?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yes.