21; it's snowing, it's snowing [god, i hate this weather]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor appears, holding a yellow rose in a crystal vase. He's not entirely certain where this came from, but he's got a few ideas]

I'm not the Valentine's Day sort.

Rather unpleasant day to be celebrating, though, isn't it? Poor Valentine. Got his head chopped off for marrying lovers against his Emperor's wishes.

[sigh] And at the time, I had planned on making it a romantic trip.

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[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

Don't have to tell me that twice. The loon tried to do something to me, but then he stopped. He saw something on my back, but there isn't anything there, right? [she turns around, looking at him over her shoulder]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[avoids her question]

What did he try to do?

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

You know...I'm not so sure. [frowns, furrowing her eyebrows] He looked me into the eyes, started saying something, but then backed away from me.