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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[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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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

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?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

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?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[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?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

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.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

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

You are, constantly.

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

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

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

[just watches him, carefully]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[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]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[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.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

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?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[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.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[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.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

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.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[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.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

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.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[forced smile]

I'll make sure to keep that in mind.

[focusing on going through another rack of clothing]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[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.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[comes over and tries on the jacket]

Green is good, too. I trust your judgment.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

You don't have to.

[walking around him, picking at the sleeves and the cuffs and the lapels and things, the way a mom does when they're forcing their kid to try on something to see if it REALLY fits them, or they're just SAYING they are. Anyway she's still not looking him in the eye.]

Well, I like it, but I don't know. What do you think? Might be a little too American for you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Don't have to do anything, but I do.

[fidgets and squirms like a little boy having his mum fuss with his clothes]

I still like it, American or not.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Suit yourself!

[She steps back to the rack and sorts through it quietly for a while, going for the "maybe" and "HELL NO" thing again. she seems to be taking her sweet time, too.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I try to.

[moves back to where she is, grabbing a blue suede jacket she's tossed in the "HELL NO" pile]

How about we move this to the good pile?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[steps aside a bit, giving him some room, and eyeballs the jacket]

Blue suede? What are you, Elvis, now?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

And that's a bad thing? I quite like Elvis.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Nothin' wrong with Elvis; nice enough guy. Before the pills, anyway.

[pulling out a dark maroon corduroy jacket and handing it over]

You're no Elvis.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am definitely an Elvis.