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doctor who (dm) the tenth doctor (human)

006

[have some of the TARDIS wardrobe set out on the Plane. You might see things like this and this and this, along with all types of other clothes as well. Handy is going through it, looking for some clothes to get by before he replenishes his wardrobe. He holds a shirt up against his chest as he studies his reflection in a floor length mirror and then quickly tosses it aside, going back to sort through the racks of clothing]

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[She finds a green t-shirt with "I GOT RIVER FACED ON SHIT STREET ON ST. SAVANNAH'S DAY IN PATRICK, GA" on it, and holds the fabric up to his face, to illustrate]

Well, look-- it makes your skin look better, brings out the warm in it. You've got brown hair and eyes and your skin's so pale, you gotta be careful about what you wear! You wear so much of that awful cold blue, you practically look jaundiced. Nice looking boy like you could do better than that, anyway.

[rolling her eyes, she goes back to rummaging through piles]

You're not one of those men, though.

I like blue!

[reads the shirt]

And when did this St. Patrick's day happen? I remember no St. Patrick's day in Savannah, although that might be the point.

[or his memory is slipping, poor thing, but we'll just say it was the alcohol]

Well it makes you look like a corpse. Get a tan or stop wearing that shade, either one. It's driving me nuts.

[A nice tan-and-white sweater! Very hip. She tosses it at him]

What're you asking ME for? I don't know where any of these came from. Aren't they yours to begin with?

A corpse? I do not!

[catches the sweater and looks at it in the mirror]

Well I don't know? They sort of are, yeah. For the most part they're mine, and if anyone wants to question that, well, they are. So.

[puts the tan and white sweater in the pile with the green one, and then pulls out a blue shirt]

I like this, I don't care that it's blue. It's going in the good pile.

Your funeral.

[WHY are there so many novelty t-shirts in here?]

You're not going to gimme a real answer on anything I ask you, are you?

That's just morbid!

[because they're fun? He stops though, crossing his arms and watching Dorothy]

I have answered. What's wrong with my answers?

You're avoiding. Answering questions with questions. 'S a little insulting. Thought I was s'posed to be your friend, is all.

[And she's not pouting or trying to rub it in, so she actually does mean that, huh. Apparently somebody's sick of being kept on the outside of everything that happens! She keeps rummaging through the pile though, not looking up at him]

I'm not -

[pauses]

Sorry. I'm sorry.

[not looking up from her all-important rummaging]

'S alright. Just, if it's not important, just tell me. An' if it is, you oughta feel like you can tell me anyways. Don't know why you wouldn't trust me.

[...there's a pair of red-white-and-blue striped bellbottoms. Dorothy is sort of speechless from the ugly.]

Just borrowing some clothes for a few days, then I'm off to go shopping for some new ones. It's not a big deal.

[those bell bottoms are fun and patriotic. he grabs a white button down shirt and looks at himself in the mirror]

What about white, then? Do I look like death in that, too?

[his tone is light and he's hoping to maybe fix the situation]

Not gonna tell me what happened to your old ones, huh?

[she just looks at him for a second and then futzes with one of the buttons on the shirt, attempting a smile]

White's fine. You're skinny enough for it, anyway.

It's nothing too exciting. Just went on holiday and forgot to pack them up before I left.

[sighs, hiding a smile]

So green and white are all right, but no blue, yeah?

Vacation? Anywhere nice?

[tossing a grey sweatshirt with a splatter-effect screenprint on it at him]

Some blues are okay! Stick with brighter colors and warmer neutrals, you'll be okay. Just those cold, desaturated blues make you look like death frozen over. You're still young, you shouldn't be dressing like they're about to put you in a casket.

Just a beach holiday. Don't think I'll be visiting again any time soon.

[pulls the sweatshirt on over what he's wearing now]

I don't dress like 'death frozen over'. The way you talk, I'm bound to think you're wishing me dead.

Ah. Not a good trip, then.

[absently adjusting the hood and straightening the shoulders of the thing]

I'm not. Matter of fact, sometimes I think I see you as more alive than you do. Just think you oughta dress like it, is all.

Well, been there, done that, why would I want to go back?

[looks at her, insulted and defensive]

And what's that meant to mean?

Well, I s'pose. Just made it sound like you didn't have much fun, is all.

[looks back at him, giving her best this-is-no-bullshit face, and in manner of response, says this:]

Picked a name for yourself yet?

[grinds his teeth a little and then steps away moving back to look through the wardrobe]

I have one, I don't need to pick one.

[keeps his gaze on clothes now and not her and then spins around again, flaily]

And for the record, would it kill you to not insult me just once?

Then why don't you tell people to call you by it?

[She folds her arms and leans against the mirror, face neutral]

I'm not insulting you.

[her neutral face is not adding to his frustration now]

You are, constantly.

[rolls his eyes and moves away to another rack of clothing]

Do you honestly think I really mean it when I tease you? I do it because I like you.

[just watches him, carefully]

[he knows it's just teasing and he sighs, although he's still edgy and defensive]

I'm just tired of arguing.

[sighs, kicking a random boot across the Plane floor]

[watches the boot go skittering across the plane]

I'm sorry. I just... I can't help you if you don't talk to me. That's all.

I've been talking to you.

[still frustrated]

Just tell me what it is that will please you and I'll do it, all right?

[swallowing hard and looking away, suddenly looking a lot nearer to her age. she's quiet for a long time]

...

Just want you to tell me the truth, is all.

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