RP for renegadeinexile

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The Doctor had his head beneath the console, a tool kit at his side, and his hands plunged in very delicate wiring.

He didn't need to make this repair, not strictly; the TARDIS ran well enough without it. But it would make reactions just a bit smoother, just a bit swifter - and besides, he felt he owed her some tender caring to anyway.

It certainly wasn't because he needed something to distract him while he waited.

He wasn't impatient, he decided as he pulled a thin silver rod from the ancient box; he'd given her as much time as she needed and he'd meant it. He just...well, he never was good at standing still, really, especially when there were nagging thoughts to run from.

So he worked, and was content, and sometimes he smiled. He already knew what their first real trip should be - he'd promised already, after all.

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His gaze roamed as she spoke; he was listening perfectly well, of course, but he did like to take everything in.

"I've slept in all manner of ways," he said lightly, smiling wryly as they ascended to the third floor.

His eyes still widened, however, when he saw the room, and not simply for the beauty. No, this was certainly new.

Slowly, he turned his head, with a rather nervous smile.

"I...think we can manage without a wall."

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"Can we? Oh, good."

...That wasn't at all eager or hopeful, nope, not one whit...

"Because. A wall would have used up pillows that would otherwise serve to separate one from the floor beneath, and that would have been a waste, and I think," she said, momentarily pinching the bridge of her nose, "that I'll just stop speaking for a few moments, and go see if I can figure out where they've stored the blankets. Be right back."

She strode across the room, skirting the pit in the floor, and knelt before the washbasin, pulling open the cabinet beneath. No blankets there, but at least it gave her a moment to get over her... whatever it was. Nerves? Nerves.

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He nodded fervently. That was sensible; what were they, if not sensible?

"Right. I'll just..." He ended up leaning against the wall, feeling very awkward and not quite knowing why. After all, he'd slept in the same room as companions before...

He realised he was staring. At her. That happened, when your thoughts got away from you.

"I think I'll fluff the pillows."

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"Found them!" she called out triumphantly. She'd moved on from the basin cabinet to one standing near the window; she pulled out a couple of thin, woven blankets, and hung them over her arm.

"Fluffing pillows. That sounds rather brilliant."

She turned to face him, and stopped short, catching him staring. "I... erm." She coloured a bit, and stepped toward the sleeping pit. "I'll just leave these here. I could... help? If you wanted? With the fluffing?"

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Oh. Oh, dear, that wasn't supposed to happen. Was he blushing again? Simply because she was, well that was hardly...

No matter. He smiled brightly and strode forward to begin.

"Of course! One can never have too much...fluffing."

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"Right! Of course not."

She sat down on the edge of the pit, pausing to unlace and slip off her boots, setting them neatly on the floor behind herself. Then she bent, and plucked the nearest cushion up, settling it across her lap, her legs dangling as she began punching at its sides.

She was possibly giving it far more of her attention than the chore really required, and the flush from moments before, while a bit faded, was certainly still there. After a few moments, she dared stealing a glance in his direction, looking at him through her eyelashes, her chin still down.

"It will be dark for about five hours, this time of year. The buildings tend to hold heat well, though, so the temperature won't drop too far."

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He settled down moments after, going about the task rather more gently but no less intently. It was important, after all, they wanted to be comfortable, never knew when excitement would pop up.

"That's good to know. How long do the people sleep, generally?" He felt her gaze, and looked up to meet it, hands stilling on his meticulously fluffed cushion.

((I'm so sorry for the dreadfully long wait; so much of RP had slipped my mind, during a certain period, got lost, and then I didn't want to be a bother, and - well, if you still want to continue, I'd love to.))

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