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[ Why wouldn't she lose her temper... Four months of calculations, and preparing to work out the formula to help draw water to help once rich farmland slowly turning into a dust bowl... And now there's a blue box in the middle of her Alchemic circle... ]

Give me three reasons not to. [ Her right wrist taps the tattoo on her hip and a small stream of water starts to bubble up to her hand. ] And might want to talk fast before I alert the town guard that someone broke into my lab. How did you break in by the way?

[. . .]

I can't promise I'm not going to lose my temper. Because I have a very strong feeling that I will. What did you do?

[Jack sighs softly.]

What happened Doctor?

You're seriously asking me that?

[ Clara looks confused, but being asked not to loose her temper is a good way to get her to want to loose her temper. Her hands find their way to her hips, and she taps her foot on the ground as if she were disciplining one of her students. ]

Okay what did you do? Do I need to know? Wait! I don't need to know; because something tells me, I'm going to be really cross.

What, three, just three? You wouldn't prefer, say, five? Nine, maybe? Hell, let's go for a nice big, round number. How about a thousand? I could if I wanted to. [And he would, just to irritate her, just to rub it in her face how much cleverer than her he thinks he is. He's a bit of an arse, really.]

[He sweeps his way around her little voodoo circle, frowning down at it, rubbing at a marking with the tip of his shoe.] Luckily for you, I'm not the sort of man who goes around explaining himself. Except to say that I'm the Doctor and I may have slightly fiddled with some of your calculations.

You're welcome, by the way.

[Oh god, oh god, oh god!]

... Nothing.

Bit of a setback, nothing to worry about, all taken care of. Ish. [Okay, distraction. Distractions usually work. What works on Clara?] Is that a new coat you're wearing? It's very flattering, especially around the sort of chest area.

Point taken, temper's not really your style, is it? [Remember your target audience here, Doctor.] I'll rephrase. Promise not to go on a totally homicidal rampage?

You're not allowed to be cross, being cross is my thing. If you take that away from me, what do I have left? [Grumpy? Snide? There's no point to any of them if he can't be cross along with it. Completely undramatic.]

[Points!] So you can stop that right now. Stop wagging your eyebrows at me.

Ooooh, you'd like to think you're the only one who is allowed be cross, but that's where you are sooo wrong, Mister!

[ Clara wants to make her point that he's not the only one who's got a pointy stick wedged up their ass. She lifts a hand up from her hip, and she points a finger at The Doctor. ]

Now fess up, now what did you do? Don't make me threaten to put you in the corner or in time-out!

[Jack crosses his arms over his chest and watches the Doctor with a fond smile on his face.]

As interested as I am in flirting with you like this, accent and all, I'm more interested in knowing what you may have blown up.

. . . I won't kill anyone who doesn't really deserve it, now explain.

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I'm not making you do anything. You're being completely unreasonable. Not to mention melodramatic. Honestly, when did you become such a drama queen? [So says the magician with a time machine. And her unwillingness to be bullied or intimidated into submission really isn't helping. He should find a new companion. Someone with less of a backbone and smaller eyes.]

[Oh, but that stare. He's practically wilting under it and, despite all his bluster and attempted misdirection, he stills tugs the sleeves of his hoodie down over his wrists, twisting then anxiously between his fingers.] Oh, and since we're making promises, you can promise not to slap me while you're at it.

Nothing I can't repair. Probably. [Probably might be a teensy bit too definitive. The Doctor shifts from foot to foot, playing with the long sleeves of his holey jumper and very much not looking at Jack.] Okay, theoretically. Shouldn't take longer than, say... three weeks to a year. I'll have to get back to you on that.

[ It has to be big, it just has to be big, or so Clara thinks if he's to pull out the 'don't slap me' deal. But Clara isn't going to give him the satisfaction in getting out of a well-deserved slap.

She huffs and puffs, as she waggles her finger at him in a threatening manner. ] I'm not being unreasonable and melodramatic! Just tell me what you did, and I'll decide then if it deserves a slap or not!

Ugh, you're worse than the kids when they've been inside for too long!

And you probably just killed several thousand people thanks a lot. [ Yes she's sarcastic, but what else can she do, though him toeing her circle has her scowling more. The stream of water forms into a ball in her hand. ]

Doctor of what? Because no saw bones needs to be dealing with delicate work. If things get screwed up the whole balance gets shot and what's left of civilization's screwed.

[Arms crossed. Eyebrow arched.]

Why do I not believe you?

[Jack chuckles softly and shakes his head.]

You are stuck and looking for some help aren't you?

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The angle of that icon makes him look like he has no nose LOL

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