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Rose takes a moment to look at case and lighter, he wasn't a typical bloke, she lights up her cigarette and says. "Got good taste mate." She hands it back to him, noticing he was looking for flats. "What's a posh chap like you doing in a small dinner looking for flats?" Blunt and direct, two things Rose Tyler was known for, along with curious and observant.

Direct and blunt women he’s use to, see as he has a sister like that.

“You know the saying: all that glitters ---that would be me. I glitter but I’m not so gold as you think I might be. So, I’m in a small place looking for flats and giving a girl my share of the last of my expensive cigars. While drinking god awful small place coffee that will likely kill me first before I get a chance to pick a decent flat, which will save me the hassle of wondering can I afford a place on my own.”

(ooc: Re: Familiar with old school Doctor Who - number four mainly. She can torment him, but keep in mind he is magical and can take a fair beating.)

Rose got up out of her seat as he spoke, and moved to sit across from him. She looks at him curiously, "Don't you have mates you could room with? Or do you just prefer to live on your own?"

“I prefer to be on my own.” Which isn’t exactly true seen as he has been in a lifelong relationship that has just ended with the death of his partner.

“What about you? What are you doing bumming expensive cigarettes off guys in small diners?”

"Me? Oh nothing really just passing through." Rose said then looked at him more seriously, she could see it in his eyes, that look of great loss she had lost somebody she loved too. And there was a certain way people looked when they were grieving. She leaned in some her eyes comforting and yet serious. "I'm sorry for your loss. I know how you feel." And she really did.

*Moves back slightly as she moves closer. Knowing full well she saw more of his grieving than he let anyone else see.*

“Do you? And, what makes you so sure I’ve lost someone?”

Rose looked at him serious, and knowing, there were two reasons she knew this, first being she had lost somebody she loved. And second, the vortex within her mind could see things, especially around those that weren't human.
"I know how losing somebody you love feels. I've lost somebody in the past, it changes a person, in more ways then one." She pauses a bit, then says. "I can prove it if you don't believe me." And she could, easily.

*Training from Solomon Hawken allows him to know when another is feeling through his thoughts. He automatically focus his thoughts and slows them so as not to bombard her with too much information. It is not so much a pushing out rather a polite quietening of his thoughts out of respect for a telepath.*

A lot of things changes people, death just is the hardest of all. Yeah, I get the feel you can prove it and you know, I suddenly get the idea I’d like some proof.

Looking at him, her words were serious. "It may hurt." But after saying that she moved over to him and causally sat next to him, then without a word she kissed him deeply her body and mind burning like the sun as the vortex entered his mind. It often felt like fire and the raw power of the sun itself, her eyes glowed a hot white light. as she showed him everything, the Daleks killing her Time Lord lover, and how she took in the vortex from the heart of the TARDIS itself, and she became so powerful she destroyed billions of daleks without thinking twice along giving a human friend the gift of being a fixed point in time.

After a moment she she showed him her Bad Wolf TARDIS, the colors being black and everything lit in red, how she traveled and fought aliens, often getting injured herself. What she had a hard time concealing was the emotions tied to it the anger, sorrow, rage, and pain along with the loneliness that came with it. It was hard to take full control of everything, and sort of fell into the habit of her kisses becoming deep and passionate.

He has a mixture of appalled and shocked rushing through his jangled mind. Appalled, at the flow of information from her to him, it comes in a rush and takes all his magic ability to block out the worst of it. He doesn’t understand half of what he sees but understands her pain at the loss of her lover. The shock is from having someone grabbing him to kiss him without warning, needless to say he has enough wits to keep his mouth closed under hers. Struggling with the influx of overwhelming emotional pain, power and desire he gathers enough of his own healing energy to jerk back, far out of her reach and press a hand to his mouth.

“…Holy shit…Whoa.”

Rose leans back holding her head. then finally said glancing to him. "Is that enough proof or should I show you more?" She asked.

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Hrmn Not sure if you're familiar with Doctor Who, I was thinking she could torment him some maybe?

Up for a bit of plotting maybe? :D

Re: Sure! if you're okay with a new muse.

new muses are epic win on my book XD

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