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[nitro_is_ace]

The TARDIS is humming along brilliantly, and Ace is kicking back, perched on the edge of the control console while she waits for the end of their trip.

A bit of warm Italian sun will be brilliant. Plus? Gelato. Win!

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[creator_raven]

Raven drops down onto her shoulder, a comfortably heavy weight.

Or maybe an annoyingly heavy weight.

He is good at that.

Plus, gelato.

Soon.

And waiting is boring.

[nitro_is_ace]

She squirms out from under him, in a move reminicent of an eel wriggling of a fishing hook.

"You break my shoulder, we're goin' right back, an' you can do all y'house decoratin' on your own."

[creator_raven]

He catches some of her hair in his beak and tugs.

Hard.

He is, however, lighter than he was a moment ago.

This causes him significant problems when the TARDIS makes what appears to be a sharp 90 degree turn.

Oops?

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace yalps, but does her instructors proud when she goes to correct their course instead of thumping Raven one and making him let go of her hair.

That's what she does second.

Right before setting the brakes and scooping up her knapsack.
"I swear, can't take you anywhere."