015--PMS

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[A hormonal and pissy Rose storms onto the astral plane]

I hate it when he's like that. And he ate my ice cream, too. I'm sleeping at Mum and Dad's house tonight. At least Annie won't be so....[makes a frustrated noise]

I want some ice cream.

((Clearly, she's talking about the Doctor. Just FYI.))

Comments

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

You want to be mad at me?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

No.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Well! I don't want you mad at me. So that works out nicely.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Or you just think it does.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

You haven't made sense all day.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I'd make more sense if you hadn't eaten my ice cream.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

What if I get you new ice cream?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Chocolate with the brownie bits?

...and a hot water bottle?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[pauses; Rose only asks for a hot water bottle when--] Oh. Ohh, right. Got it. Uhm, hang on a tick. [leaves the plane and returns with the requested items!] Erm, here.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[This makes Rose happy, so she hugs the Doctor] Thank you.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[hugs back! also now knows to be really careful around her and throw chocolate at her] 'Thank you' is a lot better than glares.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[She wants to cuddle :O] Well, you brought me ice cream.