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Another conversation with the Doctor and Rose in trying to get them to go play in my fic.
Me: Okay! Time to get back to the happy, fluffy fic world! *claps*
Rose: Um, sorry. The Doctor can't come out and play just now.
Me: What?
Rose: Really. He's... Well, he's in there sucking his thumb and repeating 'the bad man made me do things.' Apparently I need to do some sort of ass-kicking trip to BBC Wales or something.
Me: Is he going to be okay?
Rose: Oh yeah. He's getting lots of sex, which, as you know, cures everything.
Me: Oh, right, right.
Rose: Of course, there is a lot of crying during the sex.
Me: And talking about the bad man?
Rose: Urg. Yes. I wish he would quit that. It's creeping me out.
Me: You sure a good space romp with monsters wouldn't be what he needs? You see, the TARDIS winds up on a ship...
Rose: Oooh. Ship. No. Sounds like he had a bad experience on a ship. Oh, and in the TARDIS. And on Earth. In space. Basically, everything's off limits at the moment.
Me: Well, HELL.
Rose: Sorry.
Me: Will cookies...I mean, biscuits help?
Rose: You're seriously asking if biscuits will work better than sex?
Doctor: BISCUITS! AND SEX!
Rose: Oh, Lord. Crumbs. Thanks a lot.
Me: So, any idea when he'll be back up and running?
Rose: After the finale at least. It will probably be soul-crushing. You know, again. I'm thinking of taking him on holiday to a petting zoo or a farm or something after it. Maybe petting a goat will be therapeutic. Hopefully the crying won't freak out the goat.
Me: Uh, okay then. Good luck with that.
Me: Okay! Time to get back to the happy, fluffy fic world! *claps*
Rose: Um, sorry. The Doctor can't come out and play just now.
Me: What?
Rose: Really. He's... Well, he's in there sucking his thumb and repeating 'the bad man made me do things.' Apparently I need to do some sort of ass-kicking trip to BBC Wales or something.
Me: Is he going to be okay?
Rose: Oh yeah. He's getting lots of sex, which, as you know, cures everything.
Me: Oh, right, right.
Rose: Of course, there is a lot of crying during the sex.
Me: And talking about the bad man?
Rose: Urg. Yes. I wish he would quit that. It's creeping me out.
Me: You sure a good space romp with monsters wouldn't be what he needs? You see, the TARDIS winds up on a ship...
Rose: Oooh. Ship. No. Sounds like he had a bad experience on a ship. Oh, and in the TARDIS. And on Earth. In space. Basically, everything's off limits at the moment.
Me: Well, HELL.
Rose: Sorry.
Me: Will cookies...I mean, biscuits help?
Rose: You're seriously asking if biscuits will work better than sex?
Doctor: BISCUITS! AND SEX!
Rose: Oh, Lord. Crumbs. Thanks a lot.
Me: So, any idea when he'll be back up and running?
Rose: After the finale at least. It will probably be soul-crushing. You know, again. I'm thinking of taking him on holiday to a petting zoo or a farm or something after it. Maybe petting a goat will be therapeutic. Hopefully the crying won't freak out the goat.
Me: Uh, okay then. Good luck with that.
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Ahaha!
Okay, I'm still convinced that the solution is naked cuddle time with Rose because:
A) Ten likes to cuddle.
B) Naked cuddling pwns non-naked cuddling.
C) It would make us shippers happy.
D) How can you be dark and twisty if you're cuddling?
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