Naaaah, I've dated janitors. And they don't get much call to travel, alas, or I'd have been set for life. Annnnd I might be cheating. My best mate's a Doctor. We traveled a ton, because people everywhere always need the help, yeah? So are you a specialist, or just bein' modest?
[Ruffles his hair and beams at the singing.] Oh no, you sing! [She loves it.]
[And tilts her head at the name.]
[Not too weird, but of course she can't help but think of the movie, but that was from the nineties. Though there was a book. She wasn't much into historical fiction, but Braveheart and Seven Years War between the French and British which led to the American Revolution were staples. Still, she wishes the Doctor was around to give her cheat-sheet clues. But she's had two years of just fumbling in the dark, what's one more day? Actually... bad, because unlike in between universes, she wouldn't just fast forward to the end of the world and work her way backwards, so this might actually matter...]
[Well, it can't matter that much, can it?] Is it wrong o' me to ask if you're Mohican?
[A tongue loll grin again, and she covers up for her uncertainty with inevitable flirting as a distraction.] Your eyes are like the sky, but I wouldn't call them hawkish. Maybe gorgeous. [Let's make sure the Doctor never hears that, okay?]
/brofist
[Ruffles his hair and beams at the singing.] Oh no, you sing! [She loves it.]
[And tilts her head at the name.]
[Not too weird, but of course she can't help but think of the movie, but that was from the nineties. Though there was a book. She wasn't much into historical fiction, but Braveheart and Seven Years War between the French and British which led to the American Revolution were staples. Still, she wishes the Doctor was around to give her cheat-sheet clues. But she's had two years of just fumbling in the dark, what's one more day? Actually... bad, because unlike in between universes, she wouldn't just fast forward to the end of the world and work her way backwards, so this might actually matter...]
[Well, it can't matter that much, can it?] Is it wrong o' me to ask if you're Mohican?
[A tongue loll grin again, and she covers up for her uncertainty with inevitable flirting as a distraction.] Your eyes are like the sky, but I wouldn't call them hawkish. Maybe gorgeous. [Let's make sure the Doctor never hears that, okay?]