Not once did I say that I picked juice over you. I just really, really wanted juice is all.
I’m 1200 years old. I’ve seen the start and the end of the universe. I’ve come up with more mad plans than you can shake a bushel of sticks at. But you really confuse me sometimes.
Possibly just makes me love you more to be honest.
You didn’t really think I’d ever leave you for anything, did you?
[ Kiss. ]
I hate it when you look at me like that. Reminds me that I’d forgive you anything. Even picking juice over me.
You didn’t really think I was serious, did you?
[ Gets a juice box. Slurps. Ahhh. Craving satisfied. ]
Thought you were clever enough of a boy to see right through that.
It’s the old wiggly button trick. And the face. Got to do the face.
Get me juice or you’ll be spending two months alone.
Got you going there, didn’t I? Good, eh?
——————— That’s mean.
You know I don’t sleep well alone. Or at all. You used that against me for juice. I feel used.
I’m sure we would be———- if I had any!
Don’t come back without it.
Or that’s two months. Two.
[Returns several minutes later with an armful of juice boxes. Don’t ask him where he got them]
I’ll just…leave these here and go set up a spare room then shall I?
We are only human | Closed
Clara came in the console room all laughing and thinking of where she could take her companion. She took him to so many places, so many universes and planets that she didn’t know where to go. ❝—- So, John, where do you want to go next? What do you want to see?❞ Her voice was enthusiastic, her smile brightening the room more than the console. She approached the console and quickly put her hand on all the buttons, without pressing them. ❝—- All of time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will, what do you want to see?❞
She looked over, at her companion and started laughing. ❝—- I could show you the planet which is literally made of snow. Yes, snow. Snow, snow, snow.❞ She started pacing. ❝—- Or, I can take you to the planet where there are only fireworks and festivals. Imagine the life those people are living. I envy them, totally envy them❞ The screen from the console started making a weird noise and she quickly ran towards it. ❝—- Naahh, I don’t want to see how another iceberg is melting. That’s not interesting. It’s wasting time. Give me something interesting, old girl❞
John Smith had once joked that since he was ‘blessed’ with the world’s most boring name he had to make up for it by trying to do as many interesting things in life as possible. Hence why he was currently studying for his third degree - Inca Religions - whilst living on the top floor of an old converted fire station with only a grumpy grey cat and a wardrobe of eccentric clothing choices for company. Which many would consider quite interesting already - possibly a bit weird - but he’d managed to excel even his own expectations by becoming companion to a quite brilliant time travelling alien girl who seemed to hold more secrets than he could uncover in a lifetime.
Yup, he had to admit that he was doing pretty well on the ‘interesting’ part there even if his studies were slipping and his best friend Craig complained how ‘whipped’ he was by this new mystery girl.
'She clicks her fingers and you come running'.
Which wasn’t strictly true; she’d lent him her motorbike so no running necessary.
Ignoring any nagging thought about how he should be working, he just grinned at her now.
“Snow sounds good.” He tugged at his stripy jumper. “I’m even dressed for it.”
[ Slaps. Hard. ]
A month alone.
—————————- I always knew you loved juice more than me. Hope you and your juice are very happy together.
Fine. I’ll go find juice.
Shouldn’t think so since I’ve just had that visitor last week! It’s called a craving, Chin, and you were supposed to satisfy it and came back empty handed!
Okay, fine! Obviously I’m not very good at satisfying cravings!
No, wait, you’re wrong. I didn’t come back empty handed, I came back with chips and you rejected them. I’m not bad, you’re just….picky! See! Ha! In your face!
—-You really should have thought about that when you said you were getting juice and came back without it.
What is it with you and juice? Are you secretly made of juice and you haven’t told me or….
….Oh blimey you’re not pregnant, are you? Juice craving is one of the earliest signs on Gallifrey. Which is particularly cruel because our juice was horrible stuff. Full of bits.