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[regeneriot]

I'm standing right here, you c—

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[frocks]

Oh, is your restraint working again?

[regeneriot]

To my credit, I didn't finish the word. [He tugs sheepishly at his earlobe.]

[frocks]

[ She arched a brow his way. ]

Leaps and bounds, I'm proud of you. Not that I don't find it incredibly endearing, of course. [ Not. ]

[regeneriot]

Nobody's perfect. Shall we start in on your faults, then?

[frocks]

Because you've never brought those up before.

[regeneriot]

I have done no such thing. [He ducks back down to flitting around the console with a frown.]

[frocks]

Too short and bossy, with a nose that's all funny.

[ She opted to lean against it, cool to his frantic, mouth gone crooked with her teasing. ]

[regeneriot]

[He spins right around her and onto the next set of controls.]

When did I say your nose was funny? [He glances swiftly at said nose, eyebrows furrowing. Note how he's not arguing the first two points.]

[frocks]

[ Noted. Her face scrunched up for it, more out of show than anything. ]

They were a package deal.

[regeneriot]

You're bossy. And you're short. And your nose is... I don't understand how it's quite that bleeding small when your fucking head is— nevermind.

But— [He stops on his second whirl around the console to lean into her personal space, awkwardly albeit earnestly.] Don't listen to me.

[frocks]

[ The sudden invasion did little to disarm her, though her features remained as furrowed as his brow. There was a pause, brief enough that he didn't have time to pirouette away. ]

At all? And were you about to call my head big?

[regeneriot]

No! [He most definitely was.]

Well, listen to me sometimes, probably any time I say 'run', 'duck', 'listen to me', any time we're being shot at's probably a good time, too, but not when I'm being... [He gestures inarticulately.]

[frocks]

Being . . . charming? [ No, not really, but sarcasm. ]

[riversideblues]

Hey! Watch the tongue, dickface!

[regeneriot]

If you will. [His face is stern, but as usual his eyes give it away. He bops her on the nose and spins away.]

You know what I fucking well mean. So! Where to? French Riviera in the 50s? Planet of the wasps? No! Snowglobes.

[regeneriot]

And why should I, you fucking jack-off boyscout? [Can't you see he's busy here?]

Scoot, scoot your arse, in the way. [He makes a fairly tame shooing gesture in comparison to the language.]

[D&D OC here; let's assume it's just another planet The Doctor can visit?]

[mind_overmatter]

Well excuse me! [Not her fault he appeared from out of nowhere! Possibly somewhat her fault that she managed to run full-tilt into him. It's just hard to feel apologetic when there's snapping going on.]

...You okay?