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[didorothy]

[sitting at a desk in the middle of the Astral Plane, working on his paperwork like a good little nancy boy. And, like a good little nancy boy, he's listening to a broadway musical. On the glasses Fumie gave him, to be specific.

In fact, he's singing along to one. Yes indeed, Sam's singing "If You Were Gay."]

Comments

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I still find this whole concept of interaction difficult, Sam Tyler. I don't fully understand it yet.

[didorothy]

Most other people don't either. It's really just all fumbling along, using learned responses as crutches as we try to make our way.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

It seems to me most of my responses lend to more misunderstandings and frustration between myself and those I speak with than anything worthwhile, especially in regards to the Master. And even yourself, Sam Tyler. I seem to offend you more often than not.

[didorothy]

Do you? Don't worry; I've got very thick skin.

You're learning. You're not going to learn to interact with people overnight. But I have faith in you.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[nods] Quite often. You are ... refreshing, to speak with. You haven't tried to kill me, at any rate.

And I would like to learn, I believe. It seems to me it would please the Doctor, as well. So thank you.

[didorothy]

Not a fan of killing, so it's good.

If you've got any questions, I'll do my best to answer them. Not an expert, but. [shrugs]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

It is, indeed.

I thank you, Sam Tyler. If I have any other questions, I will come to you.

[didorothy]

[nods] Good.