Nah. [To Crowley, though she can't seem to tear her eyes away from the Doctor proper.] You're less rude than him. [Gestures with a shoulder to the Doctor.] But please do not take that as a challenge, or you'll find other people's mums slapping you instead.
[Funnily enough, Rose is used to having to keep up conversations with everyone around her while being utterly completely fixated on the Doctor himself, who knew this would be an important and useful skill to have, ever?]
[She glomps the Doctor's midsection and hold onto him fiercely in a tight hug, only pulling back to glare at his question.]
Of course I would've!
[But she's clearly not angry, and since he remembers Hell, and even did it to her once before, she feels safe enough in pulling his head gently down to kiss his forehead.] Daft old alien... I loved traveling with you even when you barely had any hair, remember? [She gently runs her fingers through his hair all the same. Look it's been two years of fantasizing about this and she even told Donna how fantastic his hair is, she needs to touch it, even if this is just a dream. No, especially because this might all be a dream.] I just like this best, yeah?
[But then she completely lets go again and turns back to Crowley like it wasn't a long-overdue impossible jumps through time and space looking for a man who couldn't even exist in most universes and was dead in a lot of failed and collapsing timelines; like she didn't miss her one and only soulmate and the only person she wanted to devote her life to--]
So when you say... created? Is that why you look like him? Some sort of clone, cyborg... no wait.
You said you have an old life too. And knew an angel? [A head tilt.] How literally are we talking about here?
[A glance back to the Doctor, and then to Crowley, and then purely back and forth as her mind worked rapidly trying to solve a hundred puzzle pieces at once.]
Um.
He said he can't normally get drunk, like you, so it's either the drink or this place. Either way, watch out? [Rubs the back of her neck and shrugs.]
[Her eyes drift to the Doctor's lips, before fervently dashing away, and she shakes her head, stubbornly refusing to look directly at the Doctor anymore.] We can talk about everything else later, yeah? [And gently squeezes the Doctor's hand.]
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Nah. [To Crowley, though she can't seem to tear her eyes away from the Doctor proper.] You're less rude than him. [Gestures with a shoulder to the Doctor.] But please do not take that as a challenge, or you'll find other people's mums slapping you instead.
[Funnily enough, Rose is used to having to keep up conversations with everyone around her while being utterly completely fixated on the Doctor himself, who knew this would be an important and useful skill to have, ever?]
[She glomps the Doctor's midsection and hold onto him fiercely in a tight hug, only pulling back to glare at his question.]
Of course I would've!
[But she's clearly not angry, and since he remembers Hell, and even did it to her once before, she feels safe enough in pulling his head gently down to kiss his forehead.] Daft old alien... I loved traveling with you even when you barely had any hair, remember? [She gently runs her fingers through his hair all the same. Look it's been two years of fantasizing about this and she even told Donna how fantastic his hair is, she needs to touch it, even if this is just a dream. No, especially because this might all be a dream.] I just like this best, yeah?
[But then she completely lets go again and turns back to Crowley like it wasn't a long-overdue impossible jumps through time and space looking for a man who couldn't even exist in most universes and was dead in a lot of failed and collapsing timelines; like she didn't miss her one and only soulmate and the only person she wanted to devote her life to--]
So when you say... created? Is that why you look like him? Some sort of clone, cyborg... no wait.
You said you have an old life too. And knew an angel? [A head tilt.] How literally are we talking about here?
[A glance back to the Doctor, and then to Crowley, and then purely back and forth as her mind worked rapidly trying to solve a hundred puzzle pieces at once.]
Um.
He said he can't normally get drunk, like you, so it's either the drink or this place. Either way, watch out? [Rubs the back of her neck and shrugs.]
[Her eyes drift to the Doctor's lips, before fervently dashing away, and she shakes her head, stubbornly refusing to look directly at the Doctor anymore.] We can talk about everything else later, yeah? [And gently squeezes the Doctor's hand.]