RP for im_soniced_up

[iwasherefirst]

Rose is sitting with her back against the console of the TARDIS. The way she's sitting it's difficult to tell but she's handcuffed to the console with handcuffs made of TARDIS coral. She also appears to be perfectly content with this turn of events. She's got one of those rubbish tabloids and is flipping through it.

"Manchester United's lookin' at the world cup. Haven't been good since the 80's in my world. Mickey'd be delighted."

It's idle conversation and they both know it but he refuses to talk about anything that matters and she refuses to sit in silence.

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[im-soniced-up.livejournal.com]

A scowl, again -- no, more of a pout. He wasn't supposed to let her get the upper hand. How does she do that!?

"Rest of them were bloody moronic. You're at the best one." Wait, he's agreeing. "...Even if it's the wrong one."

[iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com]

She grins at him, the tip of her tongue between her teeth.

"Maybe I've just got good taste. Rather have fun and be wrong."