the change in your face [when anger shows]

[didorothy]

[Have you, gentle reader, ever wanted to know what barely contained, borderline homocidal rage sounds like when delivered in John Simm's delightful Mancunian accent? Then here is your chance!]

There is a savannah. Outside of Manchester.

A savannah. Outside. Of Manchester.

Everywhere.

With cheetahs!

Gene Hunt, I am going to gut you, and when I'm done I'll have 'em prepared for your funeral so your Missus doesn't have to cook.

Comments

[didorothy]

Forgive me, Guv, if I question your ability to follow through on that threat.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

You've never questioned my ability to bosh a bloke's head in before.

[didorothy]

I have when it's been the Master.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Well you can stop. I know what I'm doing.

[didorothy]

Don't leave the city without me, Guv. I know you think you can handle him on your own, but I don't.. just don't go out there without me.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

I don't need a damn babysitter, Gladys. Phyllis is more than enough.

[didorothy]

I'm not babysitting you, I'm looking out for you. Can't you get it through your head that letting people help isn't weakness?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

I don't need looking out for. I'm DCI. If I can't watch my own back, what makes you think I can watch the rest of my team?

[didorothy]

Why do you think you have a team? So someone else can help you! That's what you're always preaching at me.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Well maybe I don't want the help! Maybe I took this on knowing I'd be going it alone so you lot wouldn't be in danger.

[didorothy]

Too bad. I'm not letting you do this own your own.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

You don't have much of a choice. You can't watch me all day, every day.

[didorothy]

Is that a challenge?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

If I find you watching me in the loo, I'll break your nose.

[didorothy]

Don't worry, Guv; you're not of the build to escape out a bathroom window.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[grumbles] You're a bloody bastard, Dorothy.

[didorothy]

Ta, Guv. I'll see you tomorrow morning, I think.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

The hell is that supposed to mean?

[didorothy]

[gives him a broad grin and vanishes from the Plane]