[She giggled a bit, shifting an arm around his waist. To support him? Maybe. To support herself? Definitely. She sniggered a bit louder as she thought about it.]
D'you know what? She's a girl TARDIS, yeah? We sh-should paint her pink. I love pink.
The TARDIS will hate them foreverhuffpuffblondeNovember 8 2011, 05:36:34 UTC
[She snatches one of the ketchup bottles from him, frowning in concentration.]
Iiiiiiii dunno.
Hang on a second. Hang on, hang on, hang on. [She presses her hand against his arm.] Nuh uh. Doctor. Don't be stupid. We can't paint the TARDIS in this.
[She poked him back, except she missed, and it hit him in the chest, instead.] You've got a timeanspaceandstuff machine. Let's go to a... a... a store. A paint store. Take me to a paint store!
[He pauses, and grabs her hand.] OK, YES! ALLONS-Y~!
[It took the Doctor 6 tries to get the key in the lock of the TARDIS, but he was finally able to do so. Once inside, he wiggled his fingers about.] Right, ok... Wh-where do I start?
[She squeaks out a giggle as he tugs her on, and she practically dies laughing at him trying to get the key in the lock. Once they're up the ramp, she curls on the jump-seat, laughing hysterically and pointing at him.]
[That frownyface of concentration comes from trying to figure out just which the hell direction to spin it. Ultimately, she sets on clockwise, and gives it a little twist.
The ship gives a jerk, and she squeaks, falling backward onto her arse, giggling.]
No time. But there's always time. Time ship. Time and space and chips and me and you, painting the TARDIS pink. This is so brilliant. I'm so pissed.
[If she remembered this evening, she'd be laughing at him for ages over that giggle. For the moment, though, she just giggles in return, stumbling a few feet when he tugs her upright.]
You're brilliant. [She beamed, whirling around a few times.] Paint store. We're in a- a- paint store. That's so- that's- that's... you've gone domestic!
[She squealed with laughter, leaning heavily on a rack of purple paint. It fell from the shelf, splattering on the floor, sending sweeps of color bursting out in every which direction.]
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D'you know what? She's a girl TARDIS, yeah? We sh-should paint her pink. I love pink.
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See? I'm brilliant.
Doctor.
Doctor.
Doctor, we haven't... we haven't got any paint.
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[He spun on his heel and stole a couple ketchup bottles from the tables. Because it was totally a form of paint in his mind.]
He-Here 'ssss one for you! Come... to my TARDIS!
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Iiiiiiii dunno.
Hang on a second. Hang on, hang on, hang on. [She presses her hand against his arm.] Nuh uh. Doctor. Don't be stupid. We can't paint the TARDIS in this.
Ketchup is red.
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[He pauses, and grabs her hand.] OK, YES! ALLONS-Y~!
[It took the Doctor 6 tries to get the key in the lock of the TARDIS, but he was finally able to do so. Once inside, he wiggled his fingers about.] Right, ok... Wh-where do I start?
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You dunno how to drive!
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Oi, spin that one.. roughly 1.34 times!
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Eeeugerhrmm... That one?
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We will get there... there in NO time!
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The ship gives a jerk, and she squeaks, falling backward onto her arse, giggling.]
No time. But there's always time. Time ship. Time and space and chips and me and you, painting the TARDIS pink. This is so brilliant. I'm so pissed.
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[He wobbled on his feet and managed to help her up on hers as they busted through the door.]
Oh... Ohhhh...! Fantastic landing. You, you navigated brilliantly. We're in th'paint store! Oh, so many... COLORS!
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You're brilliant. [She beamed, whirling around a few times.] Paint store. We're in a- a- paint store. That's so- that's- that's... you've gone domestic!
[She squealed with laughter, leaning heavily on a rack of purple paint. It fell from the shelf, splattering on the floor, sending sweeps of color bursting out in every which direction.]
Oooohnoooooooo.
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