[So they had been running, right? The building they had totally crashed been sleeping in was conveniently possessed and took them a good hour or so in getting away. They were far more cautious in the next building they had picked (old aristocratic colonial home, yay!) as the Doctor stood close behind Rose, peaking over her shoulder, past the wall.
And then, something vibrated. It took a second for the Doctor to figure out what it was, then realized it was her phone in her back pocket of her jeans.]
Prolly your mum... [But as soon as it stopped, it began again, and Oh, hello! That kind of tickles!
Beep, beep, beep! [He couldn't help to mutter it against her shoulder, grinning while doing so, until he realized there was something still in her back pocket. That bloody phone!
Pulling it out he handed it to her.] That's not staying in your pocket.
Well it'd get in the way in my front/i> pocket. [Pffft. Isn't that normal for them? Maybe not front to back usually, but they don't exactly seem to observe personal space...or even that they're separate entities sometimes. Right?
That's the impression she gets, anyway.] You turned it off anyway now, so it's not gonna go buzzing you and waking you up, is it?
[He groaned out of frustration and rolled away from her, placing his pillow over his head.] Rose, you will not die without your phone. In fact, if you lose it again, we can get another.
[Meep! No, don't roll away! Quick, Rose, come up with an excuse to get closer...like...rolling over and propping an elbow on him. Bwah. If he cottoned on she was nervous about haunted houses he'd never stop teasing her, so...excuses.] What're you gonna do about my contacts, though?
Given that the only people that have called you are Mickey and your mum... [He paused, realizing that made her seem like some sort of recluse, he immediately felt bad for saying that. Not ginger and this time unintentionally rude. Good job, Doctor.]
No, not at all. [He stared at his pillow and licked his lips realizing she was pressuring him for an answer.] Just that out of all your contacts, only two ever really call you...
[She huffs in amusement and nuzzles a bit closer, really just as an excuse to remind herself that the Doctor can take on any haunted houses, phobia or no.] Well...Shareen doesn't think it's right to interrupt...globe trotting, Jack's apparently carried away 'repopulating', and considering what happened last time we visited one of the other contacts...
[He grinned, which then evolved to outright snickering and laughing both at the last time they met a friend of hers and her commentary of Jack.] Ok, that does make sense!
And then, something vibrated. It took a second for the Doctor to figure out what it was, then realized it was her phone in her back pocket of her jeans.]
Prolly your mum... [But as soon as it stopped, it began again, and Oh, hello! That kind of tickles!
Most definitely not a good time.]
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Pulling it out he handed it to her.] That's not staying in your pocket.
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Oi, what's so wrong with my phone? If I put it anywhere else I could lose it! [Like her pink one. The poor thing.]
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[He says that like it's a totally normal thing to be that close to her.]
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That's the impression she gets, anyway.] You turned it off anyway now, so it's not gonna go buzzing you and waking you up, is it?
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Erm, I didn't mean it negatively...
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