tampered | closed: motives and with-actions can within

closed: motives and with-actions can within

When: Boxing Day eveningish. Right after the best display of literal self-loathing any curse has yet been able to produce.
Rating: S for Scolding, with an occasional pSH for post-Scolding Hug.
Characters: The Doctor (with the hair)

am_i_being_rude and Rose Tyler

iam_thebadwolf
Summary: Ten ran into the kitchen to get ice for Rose's face and didn't come back.
Log:

Jumping on the excuse to leave the room, he'd all but bolted into the kitchen entirely under the presumption that he was really going to get some ice and then go back out there. A few minutes later now, and all he had was some melting ice in a bit of square cloth he couldn't identify as either a dishrag or a washcloth, supposing there even was a difference. The entire sequence of events was still playing out repeatedly in his mind, mostly out of sheer disbelief, as though going back through it enough would show him the point where it didn't actually happen. And it wasn't really so much just this single incident. Things had been building to a head like this for a while now, and now that they were here, he found he really wasn't very sure what to do about them.

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He would absolutely forget he had make-up on his face and wind up wiping or scratching it off by accident. It's much safer to just try and hide altogether.

He'll probably stand up with her, but stay in the kitchen for a little while to pick up the ice cubes he dropped on the floor and just sort of ruminate a bit before actually going back to the room.

[ooc: Yeah, I saw that. Iiii have nearly no idea what would happen but we can do that thing we tend to do where we try it and if it putters out we just drop it? idk how many things you have since you were going to tag into new stuff. /plurk stalker.]

After her pep talk with the other Doctor, Rose feeds the bunnies in their cages, brushes her teeth and washes her face in the bathroom then goes on into the bedroom, assuming the Doctor is waiting for her. She smiles at him when she steps inside, closing the door softly behind her.

"He's doin' all right."

She leans against the door, watching him for a moment.

[ooc: Plurk stalking is love and that works for me. Poly is dead right now with new posts and I always have time for more Rose. Demanding thing that she is.]

He's not very good at sitting still, particularly when even sort of waiting on something, and even more so when already in a state of agitation, so there's a handful of different things in progress. Granted, most of them were already in various states of progression, but he's bounced back and forth between them while she was gone. Lack of concentration in particular from all the activity and the headache it developed. He's sitting on the bed when she comes in, and looks up at her over his glasses from the thing in his lap.

'Good. That's good. Figured he would be, but...' At least, after a chat if he wasn't already. He's at a mild loss as to how to actually finish the sentence though, so he opts to start a new one instead. 'Are you?'

She moves away from the door, walking over to the bed to sit down next to him, one leg bent, her foot on the bed, the other on the floor. She reaches out to run her fingers through his hair. "I'm alright."

Then looks down at the bit of tinkering in his lap. "What you workin' on?"

He's cross-legged, with the thing and its associated bits and bats in, on, or around his lap. There's a bit of visible relaxing with the simple motion, as well as the confirmation that she's still okay. He'd asked her in the kitchen but it's still so close to events that things still feel in flux.

At the question, he glances down as well, then holds it up a little so she can see. 'Trying to build a quark infuser. It's relatively simple; use it for repairs. Used to need them on the TARDIS sometimes, but they're a bit universal, got the right person around to retrofit it.' He's quiet for a couple of moments, and then gestures to something on a table across the room. 'Proton stabiliser over there, and that,' another gesture, but it's in a drawer and he just now remembered, 'Well, you can't see it, but there's a little bit of a laser accelerator I brought home for work. Meant to clean it.' He looks back at her, and by way of explanation, 'Short attention span.'

Her gaze goes to each thing as he gestures toward it and nods. She smiles at him and it's one of those soft sort of apologetic but 'I get it' smiles. She doesn't say anything right away, instead scoots across the bed and behind him, legs on each side of him, arms wrapping around him, hands against his chest as she rests her cheek against his back. She figures he could stand to be wrapped up in her and she likes the noise of his dual hearts.

"What's it accelerate?"

He works out what she's doing relatively quickly, but doesn't mind. By the time she's all situated and settled and all around him, he's much warmer, and relaxing even more. There's a couple of deep breaths in and out to see what it's like to do that with his new Rose-cocoon. When she asks the question, he initially tries to turn and look at her over his shoulder; quickly realises that doesn't work. But she's got her head on his upper back, so she'll hear him regardless, it's just nicer to look at someone when you're talking to them.

He looks back down at the thing in his lap as he answers the question about the thing in the drawer. 'It reduces the time it takes to get the laser... lasing. Or you can use it to boost the strength of the laser itself, by placing one between the origin of the laser and where the laser is ultimately supposed to end, you can increase the strength or speed to a level it wouldn't have had arriving on its own without it.'

This time he does talk over his shoulder. 'Right now it's got a bit of dust and some neutronic buildup I'm supposed to be cleaning off so they can have their part back.' It'll be a while before they get their part back.

She hadn't actually thought out that it might be awkward to talk to her without seeing her; her thoughts had only gone as far as, wrapped in Rose ought to be comforting to him. She smiles at the deep breaths, sort of breathing with him when he does that. She likes the way his voice sounds, sort of vibrating through her when he speaks.

"Somethin' they need right away?"

Because if it's an emergency, she'll hold off on distracting him and actually help him. If it's an 'as you go' sort of timeline, she thinks this ranks in priority right now, even if they are just sort of snuggling.

He's quite okay with talking to people who are either not in the room, not listening in the first place, not looking at him, or even don't have faces to look at him with. Rose just tends to not normally fall into any of those categories. As it is, he does prefer the Rose-wrapping over face-to-face conversation.

'Nah. Well, they might disagree, but I don't, so it'll probably be in that drawer for a while. Until they forget I have it at all, if I'm lucky, although that seems unlikely.'

It's mostly in an I've-decided-you-shouldn't-have-this-so-I'm-keeping-it state for now. If they really did need it, he wouldn't have left it in the drawer. There's also him just feeling a bit selfish right now and not wanting to move anywhere for the time being.

She sort of gets that 'you-shouldn't-have-this-so-I'm-keeping-it' thing and for the most part if that's what the Doctor thinks, she agrees.

"Mmm just have to forget where you've put it for a while then when they ask where it is, you can't remember."

Also, she is entirely on board with him not moving anywhere for the time being. She's comfy here.

'The only problem with that being that I don't forget things.'

Which is a boldfaced lie, but said playfully. He has got a good memory but clearly it doesn't work that well. Which is honestly probably a good thing.

Also he just sort of wants to play with it by himself. Not all that big on sharing things.

"But they don't know that." And obviously he has no problem with lying. "And I wouldn't tell. Might need a laser accelerator when we leave here anyhow." She has no idea what they'd need it for, but they're good to have lying around, right?

Rose understands about not wanting to share but her possessiveness usually has more to do with her people than her things.

In his opinion nearly anything is good to have lying around. He is secretly just a very proficient pack-rat; although it might have been easier to hide this trait in the TARDIS, where there was quite a bit more room. As it stands he probably just has slowly been accumulating little things everywhere in the flat.

'Good point. Maybe I ought to just keep it indefinitely.'

He can be possessive over people as well, it just takes more energy. He's very possessive over her, and everyone who travels with him, except probably Adam. He still doesn't like Adam. Probably due to possessiveness almost as much as Adam being a twat in the end.

She's beginning to see that but she's okay with the pack-rat tendencies. She might even encourage them by providing him with spaces to put things: boxes, end tables, drawers and the like. It's not as if they're filling the space with a great deal of furniture.

"Depends on what they're goin' to do with it." She's not encouraging thievery for the sake of thievery but if he's got a reason, well might as well encourage it. She stretches a bit pressing a kiss to the very top of his shoulder, near his neck. It's the closest she can get to bare skin in her position.

Not liking Adam had nothing to do with Adam liking Rose at all either.

He can and will find ways to fill all of them up. And then not be able to find them unless he absolutely needs them later, at which point the mental filing system accurately kicks in.

'Well... As I understand it Tony Stark used to be a weapons manufacturer. Is that enough reason, you think?' There's also that you could feasibly make a very powerful laser which he considers to be almost always a bad thing anyway, nevermind that there are several different timelines and cultures being represented in the City, the majority of which shouldn't have access to such things. Which is a little flimsy by way of reason. He lifts a hand to where she's got her arms around him and follows the length of them a couple times before letting his arm lay across and sort of hold them in place.

Not in the least.

She'll start buying high wardrobes and hutches and that sort of thing with a billion little cubbies and drawers in them.

She purses her lips a bit at that though he can't see it. "Sounds like a fair bit of reasonin' to me. Somethin' like that could do a lot of damage in this place in the wrong hands."

She smiles when he lays his arm across hers and squeezes him in a bit of a reverse kind of hug then brings her legs up to wrap around him, her feet in his lap.

She likes the possessiveness and the jealousy. Even then it was nice.

''Zactly. I'm keeping it safe. And them, from using it wrong. I'm very nearly doing them a favour.'

He glances down at the feet in his lap for a moment, having gone back to running his hand along the far bit of her forearm just under it, and then decides to do something else. He sets what he did have in his lap - the infuser - down to the side and instead starts to knead at the sole of one of her feet. It's right there anyway. Why not?]

"Ought to write you a thank you note." She says it in a teasing sort of voice.

It surprises her when he starts rubbing her foot but she relaxes after a second or so, relaxing against his back again. "Hmmm you're good at that. Should've known you would be."

He laughs a bit. 'If I got thank you notes from even half the people someone thinks I ought to get thank you notes from, I think I could probably wallpaper the side of a Class Two Starliner. Prefer the silent sort anyway.'

He gets into a fairly steady pattern with it, allowing the movements to warm up his hands and beginning to move up her calves - what he can get of them right now, anyway - when it seems like both feet have been thoroughly attended to. 'I'm good at everything, yes. Lots of hidden talents, me.'

"I'll remember that. Silent sort of thanks you."

She smiles at his ego. It's either evidence that he's feeling better or that he's at least pretending he's feeling better. It's hard to tell right now. After a moment's hesitation she unwraps one leg and her arms, scooting around to the side with her legs in his lap, looking up at him. "Lucky I'm gettin' to discover some of 'em."

He slows his ministrations while she readjusts her own position, but resumes things when she's settled back down. It's a very tactile, immediate sort of doctoring, which does, on a very calm and low level, make him feel better. He likes helping people - he wouldn't have picked the name if he didn't. Ease of stress or something of that nature, especially when likely caused by him, is a good thing to do. He looks over at her when she starts talking and gives her a bit of a soft smile. 'Yeah. Don't do this for just anybody. Only the special ones.'

She props herself on her hands as she watches him, that soft sort of smile still on her face. That makes a good deal of sense and on some level she probably realises what he's doing. In any case, she's not going to stop him, not as long as he seems content doing this. "I like the sound of that, bein' one of the special ones. Comes with benefits." She nods to his lap. It's really not the biggest of the benefits though; at least, not as far as she's concerned. He's probably aware of that.

There's a steady rhythm to the kneading happening. He knows where all the muscles and tendons are and based on that by itself knows a little bit better which way to rub along a muscle or where to push on a tendon. He's mostly done with the calf nearest him and before moving to the other, he lifts this leg gently under her knee and attends to her hamstrings and such. 'Lots of benefits. Special benefits for the special ones.' He knows what she means but at the moment it's still sort of transitioning between that knowing-it-mentally and knowing-it-intrinsically. But she's told him several times in different ways by now, I think.

She just relaxes more and more as he works his way up her leg. She shifts a little so she's sort of against the bed a bit more just because she is relaxing. She reaches over and grabs several pillows though to prop herself up so she can still watch him.

"Ought to add some of those benefits to your time and space spiel. You'd have a line forming." She says it teasingly because she wouldn't want there to be anymore special ones. She has told him several different ways and times by now. She figures repetition is the best way to get a point across to him.

He pretends to consider that as he works around to the top of her thigh and then shakes his head as if dismissing the thought.

'Nah, bit of false advertising, isn't it? I'm not sure how many people consider running, hopping, or whathaveyouing for their lives to be that much of a bonus.' Then, a couple of moments later as an afterthought, 'Start to feel a bit like a travel agent, too.' He's not sure how much he'd like that, even if it effectively is in some definitions exactly what he is. Travel agent or a tour guide, even if one with a somewhat pronounced penchant for peril. At this point, he blames the sheer amount of knowledge he already possesses to be the reason it takes so much repetition to get some things to stick; it takes a while to cram anything new into that brain of his, being so crowded as it is already. That's his excuse, anyway.

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