She did, actually. Which was odd, because it almost never rang anymore. On the occasion that it did ring, say, while she was eating chips, it generally took a moment or so for her to realize it was hers going off.
Thus, any such ringing (once identified) resulted invariably in a puzzled "--Hello?"
"Rose!" David swallowed, tilting his head to the side so it could rest against the wall. He fiddled with a string coming off of his jumper. "Uh. Sorry. It's David."
She was silent for a few moments. Her first thought, on hearing his voice, was to wonder how the hell Alec got her number, and what he'd possibly ring her for.
Then he identified himself as David, and she forgot about her chips. Because he couldn't possibly be. Except for the part where he obviously was. "David? How--" Her voice hitched, caught between 'are you alive', and 'are you calling', so she cut the sentence short.
"Think he hates me, really," David said, a but sad at that, though the melancholy in his eyes lasted just a moment. How could he truly be sad when Rose was here. "Blames me a bit for takin' the Doctor. He was goin' on about Atlantis of all things, pretty amazing, huh? Guess that was their next trip."
David would have been upset if his friend was suddenly taken over by someone else too. Evil twin syndrome, though David thought of the Doctor as the evil twin really.
"Sorry, gotten a bit depressing, aye? Oh! And there goes the sauce!" Bubbling everywhere!
She frowned slightly...but then, it wasn't hard to believe that this Harry would be biased against David. If it'd been her Doctor who'd suddenly become a human that...presumably didn't know her, back when she was traveling with him, she might--would--have been inclined to hate David, too, until he prove himself worthy of a chance.
Her frown vanished quickly into a bright laugh at the neglected sauce, though. "Right, food!" She stood and edged closer to the stove, to better accommodate conversation while he kept up with the sauce. "Depends on the Atlantis, yeah? Never thought Ancient Atlantis lived up to the sinking pizazz."
She did, actually. Which was odd, because it almost never rang anymore. On the occasion that it did ring, say, while she was eating chips, it generally took a moment or so for her to realize it was hers going off.
Thus, any such ringing (once identified) resulted invariably in a puzzled "--Hello?"
"Rose!" David swallowed, tilting his head to the side so it could rest against the wall. He fiddled with a string coming off of his jumper. "Uh. Sorry. It's David."
She was silent for a few moments. Her first thought, on hearing his voice, was to wonder how the hell Alec got her number, and what he'd possibly ring her for.
Then he identified himself as David, and she forgot about her chips. Because he couldn't possibly be. Except for the part where he obviously was. "David? How--" Her voice hitched, caught between 'are you alive', and 'are you calling', so she cut the sentence short.
"Think he hates me, really," David said, a but sad at that, though the melancholy in his eyes lasted just a moment. How could he truly be sad when Rose was here. "Blames me a bit for takin' the Doctor. He was goin' on about Atlantis of all things, pretty amazing, huh? Guess that was their next trip."
David would have been upset if his friend was suddenly taken over by someone else too. Evil twin syndrome, though David thought of the Doctor as the evil twin really.
"Sorry, gotten a bit depressing, aye? Oh! And there goes the sauce!" Bubbling everywhere!
She frowned slightly...but then, it wasn't hard to believe that this Harry would be biased against David. If it'd been her Doctor who'd suddenly become a human that...presumably didn't know her, back when she was traveling with him, she might--would--have been inclined to hate David, too, until he prove himself worthy of a chance.
Her frown vanished quickly into a bright laugh at the neglected sauce, though. "Right, food!" She stood and edged closer to the stove, to better accommodate conversation while he kept up with the sauce. "Depends on the Atlantis, yeah? Never thought Ancient Atlantis lived up to the sinking pizazz."
She did, actually. Which was odd, because it almost never rang anymore. On the occasion that it did ring, say, while she was eating chips, it generally took a moment or so for her to realize it was hers going off.
Thus, any such ringing (once identified) resulted invariably in a puzzled "--Hello?"
"Rose!" David swallowed, tilting his head to the side so it could rest against the wall. He fiddled with a string coming off of his jumper. "Uh. Sorry. It's David."
She was silent for a few moments. Her first thought, on hearing his voice, was to wonder how the hell Alec got her number, and what he'd possibly ring her for.
Then he identified himself as David, and she forgot about her chips. Because he couldn't possibly be. Except for the part where he obviously was. "David? How--" Her voice hitched, caught between 'are you alive', and 'are you calling', so she cut the sentence short.
"Think he hates me, really," David said, a but sad at that, though the melancholy in his eyes lasted just a moment. How could he truly be sad when Rose was here. "Blames me a bit for takin' the Doctor. He was goin' on about Atlantis of all things, pretty amazing, huh? Guess that was their next trip."
David would have been upset if his friend was suddenly taken over by someone else too. Evil twin syndrome, though David thought of the Doctor as the evil twin really.
"Sorry, gotten a bit depressing, aye? Oh! And there goes the sauce!" Bubbling everywhere!
She frowned slightly...but then, it wasn't hard to believe that this Harry would be biased against David. If it'd been her Doctor who'd suddenly become a human that...presumably didn't know her, back when she was traveling with him, she might--would--have been inclined to hate David, too, until he prove himself worthy of a chance.
Her frown vanished quickly into a bright laugh at the neglected sauce, though. "Right, food!" She stood and edged closer to the stove, to better accommodate conversation while he kept up with the sauce. "Depends on the Atlantis, yeah? Never thought Ancient Atlantis lived up to the sinking pizazz."
She did, actually. Which was odd, because it almost never rang anymore. On the occasion that it did ring, say, while she was eating chips, it generally took a moment or so for her to realize it was hers going off.
Thus, any such ringing (once identified) resulted invariably in a puzzled "--Hello?"
"Rose!" David swallowed, tilting his head to the side so it could rest against the wall. He fiddled with a string coming off of his jumper. "Uh. Sorry. It's David."
"Think he hates me, really," David said, a but sad at that, though the melancholy in his eyes lasted just a moment. How could he truly be sad when Rose was here. "Blames me a bit for takin' the Doctor. He was goin' on about Atlantis of all things, pretty amazing, huh? Guess that was their next trip."
David would have been upset if his friend was suddenly taken over by someone else too. Evil twin syndrome, though David thought of the Doctor as the evil twin really.
"Sorry, gotten a bit depressing, aye? Oh! And there goes the sauce!" Bubbling everywhere!
She frowned slightly...but then, it wasn't hard to believe that this Harry would be biased against David. If it'd been her Doctor who'd suddenly become a human that...presumably didn't know her, back when she was traveling with him, she might--would--have been inclined to hate David, too, until he prove himself worthy of a chance.
Her frown vanished quickly into a bright laugh at the neglected sauce, though. "Right, food!" She stood and edged closer to the stove, to better accommodate conversation while he kept up with the sauce. "Depends on the Atlantis, yeah? Never thought Ancient Atlantis lived up to the sinking pizazz."
She did, actually. Which was odd, because it almost never rang anymore. On the occasion that it did ring, say, while she was eating chips, it generally took a moment or so for her to realize it was hers going off.
Thus, any such ringing (once identified) resulted invariably in a puzzled "--Hello?"
"Rose!" David swallowed, tilting his head to the side so it could rest against the wall. He fiddled with a string coming off of his jumper. "Uh. Sorry. It's David."
"Think he hates me, really," David said, a but sad at that, though the melancholy in his eyes lasted just a moment. How could he truly be sad when Rose was here. "Blames me a bit for takin' the Doctor. He was goin' on about Atlantis of all things, pretty amazing, huh? Guess that was their next trip."
David would have been upset if his friend was suddenly taken over by someone else too. Evil twin syndrome, though David thought of the Doctor as the evil twin really.
"Sorry, gotten a bit depressing, aye? Oh! And there goes the sauce!" Bubbling everywhere!
She frowned slightly...but then, it wasn't hard to believe that this Harry would be biased against David. If it'd been her Doctor who'd suddenly become a human that...presumably didn't know her, back when she was traveling with him, she might--would--have been inclined to hate David, too, until he prove himself worthy of a chance.
Her frown vanished quickly into a bright laugh at the neglected sauce, though. "Right, food!" She stood and edged closer to the stove, to better accommodate conversation while he kept up with the sauce. "Depends on the Atlantis, yeah? Never thought Ancient Atlantis lived up to the sinking pizazz."
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Thus, any such ringing (once identified) resulted invariably in a puzzled "--Hello?"
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Then he identified himself as David, and she forgot about her chips. Because he couldn't possibly be. Except for the part where he obviously was. "David? How--" Her voice hitched, caught between 'are you alive', and 'are you calling', so she cut the sentence short.
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Oh, poor guy, you're gonna kill him!
Aww, don't keel over, David!
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David would have been upset if his friend was suddenly taken over by someone else too. Evil twin syndrome, though David thought of the Doctor as the evil twin really.
"Sorry, gotten a bit depressing, aye? Oh! And there goes the sauce!" Bubbling everywhere!
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Her frown vanished quickly into a bright laugh at the neglected sauce, though. "Right, food!" She stood and edged closer to the stove, to better accommodate conversation while he kept up with the sauce. "Depends on the Atlantis, yeah? Never thought Ancient Atlantis lived up to the sinking pizazz."
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It was too bad he didn't get to know the Doctor. Being able to see all of that--
David just smiled through it. It was easier that way.
He dished out the pasta and meatballs, set the table with Rose's help and they were set to have a better meal than chips.
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Thus, any such ringing (once identified) resulted invariably in a puzzled "--Hello?"
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Then he identified himself as David, and she forgot about her chips. Because he couldn't possibly be. Except for the part where he obviously was. "David? How--" Her voice hitched, caught between 'are you alive', and 'are you calling', so she cut the sentence short.
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Oh, poor guy, you're gonna kill him!
Aww, don't keel over, David!
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David would have been upset if his friend was suddenly taken over by someone else too. Evil twin syndrome, though David thought of the Doctor as the evil twin really.
"Sorry, gotten a bit depressing, aye? Oh! And there goes the sauce!" Bubbling everywhere!
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Her frown vanished quickly into a bright laugh at the neglected sauce, though. "Right, food!" She stood and edged closer to the stove, to better accommodate conversation while he kept up with the sauce. "Depends on the Atlantis, yeah? Never thought Ancient Atlantis lived up to the sinking pizazz."
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It was too bad he didn't get to know the Doctor. Being able to see all of that--
David just smiled through it. It was easier that way.
He dished out the pasta and meatballs, set the table with Rose's help and they were set to have a better meal than chips.
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Thus, any such ringing (once identified) resulted invariably in a puzzled "--Hello?"
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Then he identified himself as David, and she forgot about her chips. Because he couldn't possibly be. Except for the part where he obviously was. "David? How--" Her voice hitched, caught between 'are you alive', and 'are you calling', so she cut the sentence short.
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Oh, poor guy, you're gonna kill him!
Aww, don't keel over, David!
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David would have been upset if his friend was suddenly taken over by someone else too. Evil twin syndrome, though David thought of the Doctor as the evil twin really.
"Sorry, gotten a bit depressing, aye? Oh! And there goes the sauce!" Bubbling everywhere!
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Her frown vanished quickly into a bright laugh at the neglected sauce, though. "Right, food!" She stood and edged closer to the stove, to better accommodate conversation while he kept up with the sauce. "Depends on the Atlantis, yeah? Never thought Ancient Atlantis lived up to the sinking pizazz."
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Thus, any such ringing (once identified) resulted invariably in a puzzled "--Hello?"
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Aww, don't keel over, David!
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David would have been upset if his friend was suddenly taken over by someone else too. Evil twin syndrome, though David thought of the Doctor as the evil twin really.
"Sorry, gotten a bit depressing, aye? Oh! And there goes the sauce!" Bubbling everywhere!
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Her frown vanished quickly into a bright laugh at the neglected sauce, though. "Right, food!" She stood and edged closer to the stove, to better accommodate conversation while he kept up with the sauce. "Depends on the Atlantis, yeah? Never thought Ancient Atlantis lived up to the sinking pizazz."
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Aww, don't keel over, David!
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David would have been upset if his friend was suddenly taken over by someone else too. Evil twin syndrome, though David thought of the Doctor as the evil twin really.
"Sorry, gotten a bit depressing, aye? Oh! And there goes the sauce!" Bubbling everywhere!
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Her frown vanished quickly into a bright laugh at the neglected sauce, though. "Right, food!" She stood and edged closer to the stove, to better accommodate conversation while he kept up with the sauce. "Depends on the Atlantis, yeah? Never thought Ancient Atlantis lived up to the sinking pizazz."
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