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[The Doctor is in a relatively good mood, and it may have something to do with the fact that he's got one of his companions with him. This companion is a fluffy black cat named Mortimer, who is currently lapping up a saucer of milk. The Doctor shakes his head as he watches him.]

Dunno how you can stand the stuff. All the species in all the universe and it has to come out of a cow.

Suppose it's a good thing we restocked the kitchen, though. 'Course, it's gonna have to be restocked every couple of weeks now that we've got so many mouths to feed. [He doesn't sound overly frustrated by this, however. Quite the opposite, in fact.] Remember when it was just you and me? Blimey, seems like forever ago... [he trails off, brooding for a moment. Then he turns his attention to Mortimer again, since the cat is demanding it by plopping down onto Nine's lap.]

Speaking of new companions, d'you think we ought to get another cat? Seems like you could use a feline friend, and maybe one who's mum won't try to claw me to death. No more domestics for me, thanks!

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[He takes the handkerchief, and attempts to dry his own eyes, looking rather embarrassed for breaking down. He shrugs at the question, though.] Haven't I given her up to you already?

[the reassuring hand helps -- any contact helps, whether physical or mental. And the Doctor realises he hasn't told Brax the latter can work...at least on his end, anyway. But he frowns at the statement.] I know. Just don't know if I can stop blaming myself.

[collector]

[With a bit of a smile] I doubt it. Dwelling unnecessarily seems rather a speciality for you.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Bit difficult not to dwell on it with so many Time Lords on the Plane, even if I can't sense you all properly. Not that I'd trade having you lot here for anything, mind you.

[collector]

Indeed. Who else would let you ruin their nice handkerchiefs?

[Taking pity on the Doctor,] This is about the time when I'd subtly let Benny know my drinks cabinet is open to her.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor barely resists the urge to chuck said handkerchief at Brax's face. but he is distracted by the offer of drinks.] Could use a very strong one right about now, if you wouldn't mind.

[collector]

[Braxiatel puts a hand on the Doctor's back, as one might with an old friend visiting one's asteroid when one wishes to drag said old friend over to see a rare and fascinating artefact (which may or may not be cursed, as this is just one's luck), but in this situation, Braxiatel is helpfully guiding/dragging the Doctor over to the bar, possibly using the gesture as a front for comforting the Doctor with contact.] It's usually a helpful distraction at that. Always less likely to yell at me if I give her a brandy or a glass of champagne.

that icon makes it seem like they're married. oh wait. :|

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[And the Doctor is leaning against him, carrying Mortimer in his arms] Maybe I ought to drop him back in the TARDIS -- don't think the bar is a good place for a cat.

What terribly complicated rituals Gallifreyans must have for this sort of thing

[collector]

Clearly you've forgotten with whom, exactly, you decided to leave Wolsey.

Which is obvs. why they should screw the rituals. pun intended.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

...Fair point. [the kitty stays! And makes himself comfy on a table, once they reach the bar. Nine makes a beeline for the strongest stuff he can find.] You want anything?

Shame on you, shame!

[collector]

[Braxiatel is somewhat exasperated by his own apparent inability to avoid alcoholics.] Whatever you want. [Braxiatel would rather pet the kitty.]

You know you love it.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Mortimer purrs happily, and the Doctor hands Brax a ginger beer, then downs his own] Don't get all annoyed, you dragged me here.

[collector]

Did I? How stupid of me. [scratching under the kitty's neck]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes, focusing on the beer for awhile. eventually, and quietly;] Thanks, Brax.

[collector]

[gently] Nothing to thank me for, Thete.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head] You listened.

[collector]

And you spoke. How well-matched we are.

[Braxiatel contents himself with giving the cat attention, rather than risking inebriation or excessive sincerity.]

Besides, I've spent centuries learning how to ignore everything you say. This is your compensation.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor laughs softly, and this time there is a bit of humour in it] Ever heard of overcompensating?

[collector]

I have, actually. Is your sonic screwdriver working now?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[:|] Oi, that's not overcompensating.

[collector]

Did I say it was? What a suspicious mind you have.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[sulks] You implied it.

[collector]

If implications were grounds for allegations, the face of Gallifrey would be a very different one.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[eloquently] Shut up, Brax.

[collector]

[Braxiatel - wait for it, wait for it - reaches out to ruffle what hair the Doctor has] Sulking has never been any good for catching the attention of human women, Thete.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[asdflkj. Have a glaaaare, Brax. Like a cat who just got petted the wrong way.] Stop that! And what've human women got to do with anything?