realityshifted

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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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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.

[he still wants to be angry, but it's hard to keep it up when Dorothy is looking like that]

Sorry. I'm sorry. I just had a long week, and I'm taking it out on you.

[he's offering her a little bit as a peace offering right there]

Sorry.

I shouldn't have pushed it. I'm sorry.

[This is where she puts her happy face back on, and it's so easy to switch into it that it's likely to make a person wonder if it's not all a front in the first place.]

So don't tell me that when you go shopping, you're gonna go alone, because that's just askin' for trouble.

[blinks and is a little uneasy with the transition, wondering the opposite, if her being upset was just an act. he swallows and moves around to look at the clothes again, unable to make the transition nearly as well as Dorothy can]

Nope not alone.

Well, that's good. But be careful if you go with the Doctor, he'll probably just buy you some more blue suits, and you'll be right back where you started!

[She's just trying to cheer him up, get him smiling again. She leaves the mirror and goes to a rack of clothes and starts to sort through them.]

[forced smile]

I'll make sure to keep that in mind.

[focusing on going through another rack of clothing]

[She finds a nice brown leather bomber jacket and puts it aside for him]

There, try that one on.

[after a beat]

Really, I'm just partial to green on account of where I'm from. Biased, y'know. Don't have to take my word on anything, really. They're your clothes, you're the one that's gotta look at yourself in the mirror every day. You should wear what makes you happy.

[comes over and tries on the jacket]

Green is good, too. I trust your judgment.

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