for Chase (11 February)

[sortofaman]

After Friday's...well, debacle was too strong of a word, but there definitely hadn't been a date going on...the Doctor decided that mood or no mood, he owed Chase an outing of some sort. Even if it was a lamearse one.

So he knocked on his door on Sunday afternoon, a rather excited puppy at his heels. "Rob. You in?"

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[dr_robchase]

Chase peered to the door, glancing up from his paperwork and yanked off a pair of reading glasses, shoving them under his pillow and smiling a little. "Hey, yeah, you can come in."

[sortofaman]

The Doctor opened the door and peeked in, Atalanta racing through the opening with a squeeze and a wiggle before running over to Chase and licking...his foot.

"You busy?" he asked. "I just wondered if you wanted to, uh, do something."

[dr_robchase]

Chase laughed slightly at the licking of his foot and gave the Doctor a nod and another laugh, lying down and writhing mildly. "At...Atalanta!"

[sortofaman]

The Doctor looked vaguely bemused and whistled briefly for Atalanta to stop it, at which point she wriggled up onto the bed next to Chase and snuggled in next to him. "I was going to go work a bit on the TARDIS," he said. "With my vagrant foot fetishist dog."