Really pointy chaise-lounges and teeny tiny tables, yeah? Maybe a hammock somewhere, for naps. Not that I ever nap.

[He looks down at their hands like he's probably going to keep doing for a while until he gets used to that happening again.]

You'd better. Be much less interesting otherwise.

Forever, yeah? [At least that's what she promised. The City has just given her another chance to keep it. He needn't worry about the staring at their hands thing because for a long while, every time she wakes up, she'll want to find him, to see him, to make sure that he's real and this hasn't been some vivid dream because she's had those dreams before.]

Bet we could string a hammock up right here, cross the windows. It'd be good for swingin' in while we watch the view.

[Clearly she is getting in this hammock with you, Doctor.]

Yeah. [Absolutely forever, barring all major cosmic hindrances and the fact that he can't really himself say it aloud. But yes with the forever.]

Have you ever slept in a hammock? They're actually really uncomfortable if you do it for more than a few hours. Something about how your body always feels like it's about to fall out and keeps you from moving. Sort of like general anaesthesia but to yourself and with no real purpose.

[The words are nice to hear, Doctor, especially when you're a human girl who wonders half the time why he ever took her hand and invited her into his amazing ship. However, she also speaks Doctor well enough to know that he saves all his words for the things that don't matter while remaining tight lipped on the things that do.]

Can't say I have. So we won't sleep in it. Just use it for short naps and observation. [Of the views, naturally.]

We'll get beds for the sleeping bits.

That sounds like a much better idea. Beds for the sleeping bits, so there's no sleeping in hammocks. Squashy, bouncy beds good for sleeping, and jumping on, which is the other important side of beds. [Yes, he is casually overlooking 'observation' and definitely sort of avoiding use of the word 'we'. But for now he glances around the room again.]

Not too bad then. I wonder who you chat with to rent it. Do you like it?

[The bouncing beds comment makes her laugh, one of those bubbling almost giggle laughs.] We could get one for bouncing and one a waterbed. Good for sloshing about on. [She doesn't really notice. He's not stopping her from the use of the word 'we' nor is he using the words 'I' and 'you'.]

Yeah, I do. Quite a bit actually. More once we have hammock and the squishy beds in it.

[She flips on her device and scrolls through it a bit.] Oh there's a real estate office. Maybe we give them a ring.

[...Ooooooooh. He pauses to think about that.] A waterbed. You know, I haven't had the chance to test one of those in ages. Sloshy. ['Sloshy' is fun to say. He might have to work it into conversation more often.]

Yes, those will definitely make it a bit better. Some things on the wall. Probably more on the floor...

Oh, brilliant! That makes sense, yes. [No Rose, he's not nearly entirely going to leave this up to you. Nope. Not at all.]

We ought to put a waterbed on our list then. A table or two and maybe some interesting paintings.

[It's alright, she'll have a chat with the Realtor while he pokes around a bit more and comes up with more ways to work sloshy into sentences.]

What sort of paintings, d'you reckon? All impressionisty or photo-realistic - which is lovely even if I don't quite see the reason behind it. Or maybe some of those ones with just the bright squares and then we can sort of paint on them a bit more and make them a bit more interesting and personalised. Like when you get a hat in a little shop and take it round the corner to have your name stitched on, only better than a hat or trying to fit your name on one. [He is both supremely excited and quite... well, 'anxious' seems too strong, but either way, both feelings are ramble-inducing. As I'm sure she can tell.]

Have you ever had a waterbed or do you just have more sloshy bed experience?

A bit of impressionist and a bit of us throwing paint about? We could make a day of it with hand prints and paint splotches and the like.

[She can tell and she's just going to let him ramble through the feelings. She's practically giddy at the whole arrangement and trying to suppress it so not to put more pressure on him.]

Had a mate in school that had a sloshy bed but I never slept over.

We could! That could be fun. Have to find another suit though - wouldn't do to get paint all over this one. And I would. Probably.

[Reasons he loves Rose, ex. number 230498.]

Did you? I mean, I've met people whose beds were literally made of water but not very many species tend to have waterbeds, for some reason. Maybe they don't appreciate the sloshiness. I don't see the problem with a sloshy bed. Gives you the chance to say sloshy.

We'll pick some old clothes up somewhere. [Somehow, she can see him being covered in paint.]

We'll get one squishy bed, one sloshy bed. We can rotate who sleeps in which.

[SOMEHOW I CAN TOO.] Good, good.

[His face is where to look this time to fully see how much approval he has of this plan. Much approval. It's like being given choices in a situation you don't have choices in.]

Brilliant! Capital idea, Rose Tyler! Squishy and sloshy. If we stack them at some point I think it'll make some new form of matter.

S'pose we could stack the squishy top the sloshy. Might be a bit unstable but we'll manage.

[Rose's device beeps a moment, drawing her attention with a text message from the Realtor.]

Flat's ours.

[And that deserves a hug.]

I've dealt with more unstable things than that. And not even in the name of science, there, so.

[He's still sort of considering things both squishy and sloshy and not when she gets the news and then suddenly hugging interrupts his train of thought.]

Oh! Brilliant! That fast? That seems... fast. But good!

[She makes it a fairly brief hug, at least for them.]

S'pose they deal with this sort of thing often? 'Least we'll have a place to stay even if it is on the floor.

Probably, yeah; people leave the City with a frequency that might be alarming if it didn't apparently mean going back... to wherever they'd come from.

[Now that the flat is theirs he has to look around it again with an entirely different perspective. Obviously.]

It is a very nice floor though. Clean and such. And did I mention the best bit? Ours. Excellent floor.

[That earns him a beaming smile. She sits down on the floor then lays down, arms spread out, toes stretched a bit]

You've got a point. It's a brilliant floor.

[Somehow he wasn't expecting her to lie down on the floor. But it gets her a smile back as he looks down at her.]

Better now. And brilliant walls, brilliant... doors, and windows. I haven't had a flat in -- well, 1969, but since we're temporally displaced that could have been ages back, so, the point stands.

[She pushes herself up on her elbows and gives him a confused look.]

You had a flat before? [Because her life in essence began when he took her hand, she often forgets his didn't.]

Oh.

[Hands in pockets.] For a little while, yeah. Sort of by accident. Well, not really 'by accident'; we had the flat on purpose but the circumstances were entirely not my fault. Didn't have the TARDIS then either, although it still existed. Just not with me. Not very fond of that happening, really.

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[She listens, half a smile on her face.] Bit like here then. [She bites the tip of her tongue against asking if he'd had someone else with him then. Jealous? Noooo of course not.]

A bit, yeah. Course, the TARDIS is still actually here, just a bit different. [He mulls over that for a moment, then continues.] And honestly I'd prefer being stuck somewhere with a bit of technology and a bit less... glitter, anyway. [If she doesn't aaaask he's not going into ittt. :D]

[Like she's not going to ask. Really? He can probably tell by the incredibly curious and amused look that comes over her face.]

Glitter? [Beware, that's already a laugh bubbling out of her. Of course she's imagining his Ninth self covered in glitter despite the fact that she knows he'd just regenerated not long ago when she'd met him.]

[Well I meant about prior flat owners but he is equally reticent about the glitter, so. He gets a little squirmy and then tries for nonchalance.] Oh, you know, it was nearly the seventies. It was everywhere. Hard to get away from; it practically stays on you forever. You get hugged by one person, you look like you've rolled about in a mirror for three weeks.