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content; Idris is panicked and the Doctor is mad. Let's see how this goes.
setting; Joutenheim
time; week 36
warning(s); probably none?

Sexy was seated in the middle of the small square where the Actua Are Hotels were located in Joutenheim. In her lap was the strange little trinket, of which she had decided to begin calling a ‘flipper’ from the suggestion made by one of the people she had spoken with over the audio option of the device. She was staring down at the device, although she had long since ceased to take it in, so to speak. Her gaze had turned rather blank once she’d realized that for the first time, she had no idea what was going on, what could happen and had no honest idea of where they were.

In her opinion, she had lost what it was meant for a TARDIS to be connected to the whole of time and space.

Unfortunately for the woman she didn’t know her way around the city and would have had quite the journey in attempting to find the Doctor, wherever he might be, in such a large place. She had no drive to locate anyone at the moment anyway, realizing that one has lost all that they knew was rather taxing on a machine turned person, as it were. The Master speaking with her had also greatly bothered her, although she would be voicing that to anyone in the near future, she didn’t want him to know that he made her feel things such as anger and fear; it wouldn’t do to have the Master knowing such things.

She found herself closing her eyes, inhaling a rather deep breath and let it pass in a great sigh from her lips. What was a girl to do when a girl realized she wasn’t everything she thought she was anymore? Still rather riddled with panic, although hiding it much better than she had been when she was speaking with the Doctor via the device, she continued to ask herself the same thing over and over again: ‘how is it that I don’t know?’

And so she waited, patiently, asking herself what was going on in the hopes that her thief would soon make his presence to her, because the woman was becoming frazzled and already it was too much for the flesh body of Idris to be holding the TARDIS’ consciousness within it. She wasn’t entirely certain how much more the frail thing could handle.

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He'd left a note, of course. "Bringing Sexy back. Don't worry, I'll be back soon." Of course, the instant he folded it up he realized exactly what he'd written and groaned inwardly - but it wasn't as though that sort of thing existed in Spira, right? Yuna probably wouldn't even notice. He'd pulled on his clothing and his shoes, having spent most of the day bundled up in his pajamas and heading towards Joutenheim as quickly as he could, wincing slightly at what remained of his injuries (though he was healing fast). He didn't know if the woman who called herself "Sexy" really was the TARDIS, but it all seemed to be adding up so far and he had to investigate further.

He finally showed up, cold and aching and shaken up, but he put on a smile when he saw the woman who called herself the TARDIS came in sight. "Hello, there!" he called, giving a jovial wave. "There you are. You know, I've been looking for you."

For someone whom had been noticing so many new things, Idris had barely realized that she was sitting on a mound of snow upon the bench. She’d not even really noticed the whole city was covered with it, perhaps not consciously at least, she was far too busy moping and being terrified to think on something so trivial. Her shoulders were shaking in the cold, but far be it from her to notice!

Glancing up at the sound of the voice, although slowly despite the excitement she had felt for finding him earlier, she frowned and looked at him as he approached. He was different, somehow, not quite the man that she’d bitten on House but not quite not him either. Lifting herself from the bench, folding the trinket shut as she did, Sexy tilted her head to the man.

“You’re broken,” she stated to him.

Oh, she was shivering. Poor thing. Ignoring his own condition, the Doctor sat beside Idris in the snow and placed his jacket around her shoulders. "Here," he told her tenderly, wrapping his arms around the woman and rubbing her arms and back to try and keep her warm. Even if she wasn't who she said she was (and given that she knew the words that only they knew - the first thing he'd ever said to her - there was little doubt in his mind), she was still cold and scared and in need of help. He was the Doctor; he had to do something.

"I'm not broken," he insisted, thinking she meant the yellow bruises and the few cuts that were left. "I just got blown up a bit, that's all. I'm used to it, I'll be fine."

“Oh?” Her eyes followed the coat moving to cover her shoulders and suddenly she realized what he was doing.

“Oh…” Having barely noticed that she was cold in the first place; the warmth almost took her by surprise. It felt much better than before, so something had definitely clicked at least subconsciously to let her know she had been shivering. Her frown remained, even when he told her of being used to things such as being blown up and the like; she was aware, but it hadn’t stopped her worry before — she was just much better at actually expressing it to him now that she had a body she could use to show him emotions with.

“You are broken,” she gave a soft nod to him and the state that he was in. Lifting her hand, she touched at his cheek and frowned at the tenderness of his skin. “You’re broken and I’m broken, what are we going to do?”

What could the Doctor say? She certainly knew him very well. He accepted the gentle touch to his cheek with a wry smile and an easy shrug. "And you're freezing. How long have you been out here?" The TARDIS had never been particularly vulnerable to changes in the temperature, so it made sense that she wasn't consciously reacting to the snow. He looked her over, wonder in his eyes, and smiled. She even wore a blue dress; how fitting of her. He wondered whether she'd chosen it or if someone had merely given it to her. Or perhaps she'd woken up to find herself in it.

"We're going over to Yuna's." He felt terribly for imposing on the girl further, but he wasn't yet recovered enough to leave just yet, and he didn't want to leave the strange woman in front of him alone, especially not when the Master was running around, and almost certainly knew she was here. If worst came to worst, they could always move next door to Yuna temporarily so as not to cause her further trouble.

“Freezing?” Finally the personified box looked over her flesh to realize that she was indeed trembling and noted that it was a reaction to the cold. She should have recalled such things happened, she had seen him as well as his strays take refugee inside from the cold before, or at least seek out a nice jacket to shield from it. Lifting her head to look at the man she called a thief with a smile, she gave a gentle shrug and replied with, “so I am, imagine that.”

“I’ve been here since the beginning.” Sexy more meant that she had been there specifically on the bench ever since she arrived in the new, strange city, but one couldn’t deny that it was a loaded sentence. Looking him over herself, she decided that he did look vaguely younger than the Doctor she’d met with upon House’s back when she was first placed within Idris’ body. He certainly wasn’t there yet with his timeline, especially if he didn’t seem to know who the Pretty One was that had married the Orangey Haired girl — she really needed to work on recalling the names of his strays.

“I just hadn’t noticed the snow.”

Lifting her brows, she offered him a nod to his suggestion of going over to whomever’s it was that he had mentioned going over to. Idris definitely didn’t know her and now that the subject of warmth and the lack thereof it being present had been made, she would be rather pleased to get out of the cold. Especially with him sitting there with no coat himself, now, and he was looking rather terrible, even for a man who had seen explosions and lived through them. If there was one thing that she knew about the Doctor, her Doctor, it was that she knew when he was more injured than when he would like to let on.

“Is Yuna another stray?”

The Doctor ticked a little, mostly to himself, as he kept an arm around Idris. He couldn't very well blame her for not knowing what to do in the cold - had she even seen what his companions did whenever they were cold? Had she realized it for what it was, and not some sort of decoration? He frowned a little at the woman in worry. "You could catch a cold!" he scolded, although gently, getting to his feet and offering her his arm. "Beside, you know what snow is! I love snow!" He was pretty certain the TARDIS liked the snow, too, given the icy planets he landed on from time to time.

"Yuna's not a 'stray'," he told her. "She's a friend of mine. She came when I needed her help. She's very kind, I think you'll like her."

“Of course I know what snow is,” the woman scoffed at his comment. Lifting herself to her feet to join him in standing, she glanced to the coat over her shoulders and looked to him a bit proudly. “I simply chose to enjoy it without proper attire.”

Of course, that was her excuse. She chose to wander about without proper attire because she lacked it. Unfortunately for her, the only thing that Idris had been wearing when House had placed the TARDIS’ matrix core within the frail body was the blue dress and the old fashioned boots she sported. Had she the many corridors of wardrobes at her disposal that she typically did being in ship form, she might have had a chance to appear normal in the given weather, but alas.

Besides, as a police box she would have no need for warmth. Weather had little to no effect on her in her proper form.

“When you needed her ‘help,’ you say? Is that how you ended up broken?” She raises her brow, taking a hold of his arm, carefully stepping in the snow. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t walked in it before; especially since she had traveled from the gate to the bench, she simply hadn’t taken the time to explore it. Listening to the crunch beneath her booted foot, she raised both brows high in curiosity, stepped again and smiled, deciding that snow was intriguing and therefore probably rather good. “Who broke you? What happened?”

After a moment, she felt herself narrowing her eyes. “Was it the Master, again?”

Nice try, Idris, but the Doctor knew this place a bit better than that. "No, you didn't," he scoffed. "You got pulled in here like everyone else. You just happened to be pulled in at an inopportune time with the clothes on your back." He started to lead Idris through the streets, back towards Yuna's place. He kept the woman close, trying to add to her warmth as much as he could; she must have been hanging out in the snow for ages. Why hadn't she said anything?

The Doctor's expression darkened subtly at the questioning before he noticed the TARDIS' fascination with the snow. He smiled softly at her. "Good, isn't it? Now you see why I love the stuff." He shrugged, a silent way of not answering the question. "I'll tell you later. And no, it wasn't the Master. He just destroyed my fez."

Unfortunately, it didn’t occur to her that the cold was bad and being unused to such a body, it hadn’t struck her that she should be indoors. After all, Sexy was rather used to always being indoors, so-to-speak, and if one asked she would have told them she was technically inside Idris’ body, so, logically…

Although it clearly didn’t work that way, did it?

“Hah!” The female glanced off in the distance as they proceeded toward the newfound strays’ home; sadly for the Doctor, she would likely never not call them ‘strays’ — even if they weren’t. “Well, I suppose so. It isn’t my fault that the girl wasn’t dressed for such weather, she was on an asteroid that was heated, as it were.”

“You had better tell me,” there was warning in her voice, although it meant little to nothing. She had always been told of his stories, good and bad, she assumed that just because she was in a body of skin and bone now rather than what he was used to, that wouldn’t stop. At least, she could only hope so. The TARDIS had always liked it when they spoke with one another, despite not being able to physically do so, it would never cease to be her favorite thing. It simply meant more to her now that they could do so, face-to-face and with mouths. “I don’t like secrets being kept from me. Not when they have to do with you.”

So there was a girl besides Sexy, once. The Doctor's joy quickly became tempered with guilt and grief - someone had died to put his TARDIS in there. But why? Oh, he knew it was a spoiler, but the universe hadn't blown up yet from all the paradoxes. Still, he refrained from questioning Idris further; it was a dangerous thing to know one's own future, and this was certainly no exception. "No," he said at last, looking sadly at his eternal companion, "it's not your fault.

"I'll tell you; don't worry." He'd just tell her when they were in a less public setting, that was all. The last thing he needed was someone else who knew he couldn't defend himself against magic or whatever it was Kuja had used against him - not just in the fight, but when he'd kept him prisoner briefly, too.

She knew that guilty look. A soft frown of her own tugged at her features, for a short moment she wondered what had bothered him with what she said but it took the woman no time to realize what it was. Having been his companion the longest of all, she understood what bothered him from that sentence rather quickly. Her hands gave a squeeze against his arm, attempting some comfort for the grief that seemed to take over for the time being. “What happened to the girl, Idris, is not your fault. It… is the asteroid’s fault.”

But that was all she was going to say.

Inhaling a deep breath, she gave him a nod. The amount of trust she had for this man wouldn’t waver that quickly, she knew he would tell her given time. She liked to think it was the same as always, she would be told most anything by him and she would always listen. She always had, why would things change now?

“Where does this stray live? Do you typically live with her?”

"Idris," murmured the Doctor, committing the name to memory. "Lovely name." Another person he'd fail to save, judging by the woman next to him. "Don't worry," he told her, a little grimly, "I'll make sure whoever that asteroid is will never be able to hurt anyone else ever again. I promise." He knew she wouldn't say more; he knew she couldn't. And he wasn't going to pry or ask again. Perhaps even in this place, they couldn't speak of such things without great risk. He knew he wasn't willing to risk it.

As they walked through the streets, the Doctor firmly gritting his teeth to keep them from chattering, the trust emanating from Idris became quite obvious to him, and his belief that she was really the TARDIS settled more and more. "Yuna lives in Iriela Apartments. I'm only staying with her because she won't let me leave while I'm recovering. I'm lucky she was out or she probably would have made the blackmail face again. She's very good at that."

All she could offer him once he was finished speaking was a soft nod. She knew what would come of the asteroid and the entity that became it. She also knew what would happen to the other three inhabitants of the area her body had been taken from and knowing the amount of grief and guilt that always lingered with his conscience, she wouldn’t bother to mention them. Besides, she couldn’t talk about it even had she wanted to. Certain things were better left unsaid, one’s own future was among those certain things, especially when it came to the Doctor’s own personal future time lines.

“Blackmail face?” Tilting her head at that comment, she had to wonder just what it was that this Yuna person ‘had’ on him to even use as blackmail. “Shouldn’t that require her to have something to blackmail you with?”

There was no need to elaborate further, he knew. The woman who walked at his side truly seemed to know him, and the Doctor became lost in thought, pondering what he'd learned of her thus far. He fell silent, and remained so while he led Idris through the snow-filled streets of Paixao, frowning a little as he realized something would have to be done about it. But he had promised Yuna he would take it easy until he healed, and he intended to keep that promise. And he was much better than when Yuna had found him, even if healing spells could only do so much. To be honest, the young woman had done him a world of good.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when Sexy asked him a question. "No," he told her, "it's just an expression. She's just very good at making a sad face with big eyes, and it works on me every time."

Leaving him to his thoughts, the TARDIS simply moved along with him, crunching the snow beneath her feet as she wandered along with him; perhaps a bit more childishly than a woman of her age should be. Time and time again she had been around the snow, but had no feet to step into it with. Feet made the whole experience rather new and exciting. Flesh parts seemed to have a sense of charm when it came to things such as playing in the snow. One had to wonder what else she could find a use for with feet among the other new appendages she had.

Raising her head from peering at the ground as they wandered along, she tilted her head back and arched a brow as he replied. Slowly the corners of her lips tugged into that of a smirk and the dark haired woman gave a chuckle. “Don’t most of your strays use that look on you as well?”

"Yes," admitted the Doctor, ducking his head with a grin, "but she's especially good at it." She was good at a number of things; singing, dancing, cooking. Really, she was quite the talented individual, and the Doctor had greatly enjoyed her company. Once he got well enough to go back to the TARDIS without getting ill, he definitely would have to visit her again.

He watched the way Sexy was walking through the snow with a smile; she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. And he loved snow! Snow was brilliant! Even so, the whole thing was starting to be a bit much. He'd have to see if Rinzler had any plans to deal with it just yet. And after what seemed an inordinate amount of time, what with the cold and the uncomfortable ache he was still enduring, they arrived at Iriela. Still, the discomfort was infinitely better than the excruciating agony Kuja had put him through, at least.

“Is she, now?” The once ship turned human shook her head at the comment, but proceeded along with him, losing herself in the interest of the weather and the buildings surrounding them as they proceeded toward Yuna’s home. The TARDIS had seen her fair share of villages, cities, towns and the like, but Paixao seemed to be something else entirely from all the places she had seen in her long lifetime.

For most of their journey, she remained rather silent. Despite her favorite thing when she was on House’s back, so to speak, with the Doctor being able to converse with him through mouths which she felt to be more ‘real’ than their communications before that; she couldn’t bring herself to openly comment on the situation she’d found herself in. The more she thought about it, the more she began to realize that she was a prisoner of sorts — stuck in a body that didn’t belong to her, one that could deteriorate and cause her life to end — and trapped in a city with no exit. Finding herself frowning, she shook her head gently and glanced to the man at her side once they were in a new part of Paixao; Iriela.

“How much further is it to the stray’s home?”

"Very," came the simple response, the Doctor shaking his own head amusedly. He watched Sexy as she moved beside him, content to be silent as they walked. He was torn; glad that she was with him, and worried about her. It was disorienting enough for him to not be able to travel as he was used to; how bad was it for her? He'd already heard her struggle over no longer being connected to the Vortex; frankly, it was a wonder she hadn't completely lost her mind.

"She's not a stray," came the slightly exasperated (and a little chastised) response. "She's Yuna. If anything, I'm the stray where she's concerned. And we're here." He turned to lead her up the stairs, a little worried of what Yuna might think and guilty that he was imposing on her like this, especially after all she'd done for him.

For the time being, the woman was telling herself that the lost connection was just in her head as a part of Paixao’s method to get her used to being stuck there. She continued to tell herself that within time, it would be returned to her and things wouldn’t be as terribly linear as she seemed to have to deal with them being for the moment. Sexy had always had the knowledge of the whole of time at her disposal and to have that suddenly ripped from her — she wasn’t handling it all that well, at least not on the inside. Like the man at her side, she was capable of putting on a façade, why worry him about it when there was nothing he could do for her in the first place? It would be better for them both if she simply panicked within for the time being. Should she be unable to keep it in forever, she knew he would listen to her fears and would ease them, somehow, as a proper Doctor would.

Gently, she shook her head. “Silly idiot,” she chuckled to herself as they approached the girl’s home. “I’m getting the feeling that most people here in this city are considered strays. If what I’ve been told is correct, then there aren’t many natives to this place, are there?”

Following him up the stairs, which were also new to her as there hadn’t been any on that asteroid, Idris simply went along with him. He was leader this time, after all, as she was left without the knowledge of where he needed to be going in this particular moment in time without the Vortex to guide her.

She was scared. Silly Doctor, of course she was scared. Here was an entity who was used to being able to see all of time and space - and here she was, suddenly unable to see it. And to boot, she was trapped in a strange human body that might burn out in no time, with the empty shell of the TARDIS she'd been taken from absent from the city. The Doctor put his arm around her carefully, knowing that despite Sexy's relative calm, she must be terrified, and with good reason. He led her inside, glancing around to see if Yuna happened to be around. Seeing as she apparently wasn't, he let Sexy in.

"True," he agreed. "And the natives are so stupid. Really, you'd think someone had given them Jelly Babies for brains." Now, now, Doctor, they probably needed help as much as everyone else here - but it wasn't easy when they were so stupid.

‘Terrified’ was just scratching the surface of how the woman felt in her current predicament. Sooner or later this body was going to give out on her and while she would prefer it be something to avoid completely, there would just be no way to keep it from happening at some point. The machine turned lady was just going to have to figure out how to keep it from burning up too quickly and should it begin to happen, work out what to do in order to halt the process. The last thing she wanted was to have to take another body, after all.

When his arm moved around her shoulders, she felt a bit of the tenseness she’d been hiding fade ever so slightly and although she didn’t thank him for the comfort or even really let on to the man that she knew why he was trying to offer her some; Sexy felt vaguely better. She’d never really had to tell him when something was wrong before, anyway, why would it be different now?

“Stupid, are they?” Having not had the pleasure to meet and greet with any of the actual citizens of Paixao just yet, she wasn’t really certain on her opinion of them apart from one thing — they certainly knew how to make a person feel trapped and uncomfortable in their pretty city. “Stupid meaning thick, yes? So, thick like say the humans as you’ve called them before, or thick like the Ogrons?”

She really should have left it at that, but the slight craze that had come with her new form and its inability to handle the overwhelming size of the TARDIS’ core had a bit of a tendency to take over from time to time.

“Or thick as a brick? Or is that a different sort of thick altogether? Thick like cream? Thick like thick thickity thickenstien thickenson…” Oh, the rambling…

The Doctor was already having ideas as to how to stop Sexy's body from giving out. Maybe he could speak to Genie or Urd about it. He didn't want her to go; he didn't care what he had to do to keep her safe, especially considering there was nowhere else for her consciousness to go at the moment. He had to make sure Sexy was okay, especially in a place like this. He had to. Perhaps it would be a good idea to enlist the help of his younger self. Come to think of it, did his younger self even know Sexy was in Paixao? And if so, did he know who she was?

"Oh, they're more than that. They're Judoon thick. I've never seen citizens like them before - well, almost never." He'd been around the universe a lot; it wasn't like he hadn't met stupid people before. He grinned, listening to Sexy ramble on, before a thought hit him. "Oh, right!" he exclaimed. "You're cold. You need something to warm you up." Whirling around, he took Sexy's hand in oder to lead her to the kitchen, starting up a kettle of tea.

Unfortunately for her, she didn’t know anyone with ‘magical abilities’ to help her out, so she would have to rely on the Doctor’s friendships here in the city more than anything. At the moment, though, she was simply content to once more be with the man she’d forever called her thief and didn’t want to think about it coming to another harsh end — once was more than enough for her, she wasn’t entirely certain that she could handle the pain of it again. It was best not to think about it.

For a moment longer, she continued to ramble off variations of the word ‘thick’ — most of which she was making up for her own personal enjoyment, something that a normal human being might either find childish or crazy; Idris however simply lacked the ability to keep up with how fast she was thinking anymore, it was difficult to voice things with how fast her mind was processing everything. Words got lost, meanings were forgotten and things had a tendency to just get said without thinking anymore. It did make for some delightful banter though, should one have the ability to look past the crazy.

“Ah, Judoon thick — you know I rather like the Judoon, despite their bloody minded determination.” She chuckled. “And they look like those earth creatures, you know, those… rhinoceroses. You just can’t go wrong with a talking rhinoceros.”

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As he prepared the tea, the Doctor listened to Sexy's ramblings with a smile. Funnily enough, he was already at ease with her, and the fact that she was here with him had already lifted his spirits. He'd definitely have to have a chat with some of the friends he'd made regarding Sexy; perhaps they could help him make certain she didn't "blow the casing" as long as she was trapped here without her "current" self. If she burned out here, who knew what would happen?

"I like the Judoon," he agreed, fetching a tin of biscuits from the cupboard, "but they're completely thick. Speaking of Earth animals, it's been a long time since we've been to a zoo, eh, old girl?" Maybe they could find one in the city, or else they could have a visit once they were able to leave.

“Oh, you know —” she shrugged her slender shoulders at the mention of the alien creatures being thick, glancing off to look at something in the distance holding her interest for a moment or two before returning to their conversation properly once more, “— they’re just set about in their ways. They’re stubborn, nonsensical ways.”

The girl moved to sit down at the nearby table, which took a moment of yanking one of the chairs from it to sit down in correctly. Once seated, she leaned an arm to the table and set her chin to her palm to watch the Time Lord in his making of their tea and fetching snacks. Briefly, she wondered, if she even liked food but told herself that now would be the best time to find out, all things considered — after all she was fairly certain that Idris’ body needed food in order to continue functioning properly.

“You mean a zoo with animal-like creatures, or the kind with humanoids? Either way, you’re right. It has been some time since we were anywhere near a zoo of either sort.”

Fingers drumming against her cheek idly, she felt a smile tug her lips the moment he called her ‘old girl.’

“I always did like it when you called me that.”

"Not so much nonsensical, I think, as thick. Thick ways. Thick as thieves, or maybe peanut butter." Speaking of which, he really should see if he liked peanut butter this time around; it was usually a hit-or-miss food with him. He popped a preemptory chocolate biscuit in his mouth and moved to sit, bringing the tin with him so he could offer Idris one. "Here you go," he said, his mouth half-full, "try one. They're good." At least, he thought they were good; he honestly had no idea what his oldest companion would like.

Come to think of it, his TARDIS fed off rift energy sometimes, didn't it? Maybe there was some of that around here. But then, Sexy Was in a human body, and separated from the vortex to boot. The rules had changed, and to top it all off, they'd been rules The Doctor hadn't even been aware of to begin with. "Do you?" he asked her, grinning as he turned his chaotic train of thought back to the subject at hand. "Good, because I always liked calling you that."

“Good?”

She raised her brow at the notion of food. The thought of having to eat something, digest it and all that good stuff that came with being human was a little sickening to the woman. In fact, for a moment, her stomach lurched at the thought. Shaking it off however, she glanced to the biscuits and carefully reaching into the tin as though it was holding within it some poison, Sexy picked up a biscuit, holding it with the tips of her fingers. Leaning in to peer at the food item closer, she tilted her head and scrunched her nose. Following his lead, she popped it into her mouth and that was about all she did. For a moment, she didn’t realize that she was supposed to be chewing.

Eventually, the woman took to eating the biscuit. Slowly chewing on the food, taking her time with it, the new human eventually swallowed and grimaced. “I don’t like chewing.”

Wriggling her fingers to brush the crumbs from them, she smiled to the man sitting with her. Nodding to his words, she lifted her hand to brush her frizzy hair from her face. “I imagine so, as you always call me it, thief.”

"Believe me, it gets easier," said the Doctor, watching the look on Sexy's face as she chewed. "Most people ar lucky. They get born, they're fed with milk, and they have plenty of time to deal with teeth. You must have gotten shunted in too quickly to deal with it, but don't worry, teeth are weird." He smiled. "You get used to it." The tea kettle hissed and made a general fuss at that moment, so the Doctor got up to take it off the stove. He arranged the cups, sugar and milk on a tea tray and set the kettle on it to complete the whole thing before bringing it over.

"There," he told her. "Now we just wait for a few minutes and we can have tea." His eyes widened, a bit innocently, as she called him her thief again. "Oi, I've got a reputation," he protested playfully, laughing a little. To be honest, it was most likely a weird reputation, but the point stood nevertheless.

“Yes, well, that makes sense enough doesn’t it? Being born a time ship doesn’t exactly prepare one for teeth. I don’t think I like teeth, actually.” Her tone was matter of fact but after a short moment, she added: “Except for biting. Biting is excellent.”

Glancing to the kettle as it whistled, Sexy watched the man whom had taken her from their home planet got up to get going on preparing the drinks for them to share. Leaning on her arm to watch him as he set everything down, she crossed her legs beneath the table and gave a bit of a smirk at his reaction to being called a thief. He really shouldn’t be surprised after all, he was a thief when it came to herself and the Doctor had taken her without the intent to ever return her back to the museum that she had been stored within. Idris, however, had no issue with the situation. There was never anyone she would rather be with anymore and she would have hated to be alone after everything they had been through together.

“You have quite the reputation. Actually, you have many various reputations.” Leaning on her arm, she gave him a bit of what could certainly be taken as a flirtatious smirk, not that the woman herself was aware of her flirt toward him. “And among them, darling, is being a thief.”

At that, the Doctor leaned back slightly, giving the TARDIS a rather comical look of alarm. "Well, don't bite me, he told her, shaking his head a little. He laughed, stirring his tea to help it cool down a little. He supposed he did have a bit of an eclectic reputation; it all came with the territory of periodically changing his face and personality - really, everything about himself every so often, he supposed.

He grinned and ducked his head upon noticing Idris' body language, blushing a bit like a schoolboy. "Not always," he insisted, rather like a lad who'd been caught int he act of doing something particularly naughty and was trying to hide the fact that he wasn't the least bit sorry.

“Oh, well now I hate to spoil the future for you my dear, but I’ve already bitten you.” With a smirk on her lips she leaned forward to pick up another biscuit, popping it into her mouth. It took her some time to chew the food and swallowed it a bit awkwardly before leaning on her palm to look at him. “You taste much better than these biscuits, just so you know.”

She raised her brows at the Doctor’s reaction; not entirely comprehending why he was blushing and looking like he was a child being caught by his mates talking to the girl he had a crush on. For some reason, though, it caused her lips to tug into another smirk. It gave her a strange feeling that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, she was at a loss for what to call the emotion.

“No, not always,” she had to admit that much, but when it came to their relationship he was most certainly among thieves. Idris would go down swearing that she had invited him into her doors and stole him so that she could explore the universe while he would tell the story vice versa. “But you certainly are a thief among other things. All of whom are interesting to watch you play out being.”

At that, the Doctor looked positively appalled, jaw dropping slightly as he gaped at Idris rather like a puppy who'd just been scolded. And then the remark about the biscuits had him torn, unsure as to whether to be offended or not. He finally settled on an odd flavor of flustered, the blush not leaving his face as he cleared his throat and nervously sipped his tea. For all that he was embarrassed, however, the fact that his TARDIS was sitting at the table and talking to him made him happier than he'd been in... well, a long time.

He finally managed a silly sort of grin at her, eyes crinkling as he tried rather unsuccessfully to hide his embarrassment. "No, don't bite me!" he protested weakly. "No biting. Biting is rude and unhygienic. Also, it's an offense worthy of death on some planets, but I'm sure you already knew that." Some planets were so stuffy. Sometimes literally. Mostly, though, the Doctor was talking about the civilizations on said planets, but who was counting?

"I don't play," he protested, petulantly chewing on a biscuit. "I am, and I'm the Doctor first and foremost." The sentence would have been more impressive, no doubt, had the Time Lord's mouth not been full at that exact moment.

She scoffed, leaning back in her chair as she rolled her dark eyes at his scolding about biting. Silly man, what was done was already done, it was a moment written in time and she’d be rather damned if he tried to get out of it. After all, how often could the woman really say that her lips had been close enough to even brush his skin — let alone her teeth? She was almost appalled that he didn’t share the exciting views on biting with her, but letting it slide, Idris offered the man a soft shrug.

“Well, it’s already happened. I can’t change that now, silly thief.” Nor did she want to. Now now, hold on a moment here — the ship turned human’s gears were grinding and something suddenly occurred to her, “and it is no more unhygienic than that kissing thing you’ve done with a variety of humans and non-humans alike!”

Her lips tugged into a smile and she did her best to stifle her laughter rumbling in her throat at his attempt to appear to be almost majestic fell short from the chewing on their shared biscuit snack.

“Yes Doctor, if that’s what you think. It may well not be true, but who am I to keep you from what comforts your mind?” Ah, the smirking that followed her sentence.

"Oi! Kissing is perfectly hygienic!" It was a lie, of course, but a flustered one brought on by the sudden and unexacting prodding of his love life. The Doctor covered up the fact that his ears were slowly turning an interesting shade of red by pretending to occupy himself with his tea. Oh, but this woman already knew how to push his buttons. Further still, she was managing to make him like it.

"Oi!" he replied again, his flustered brain unable to come up with anything better, "it's completely true!"

"Perfectly hygienic, pah!" Waving her hand in dismissal, Sexy follows his lead and fiddles with her own cup of tea herself. Only it's really not all that interesting, so she abandons it completely, pushing it from being before herself to in place toy at the napkin that was beneath the saucer. Of all the stupid things to distract her, sheesh. "Perhaps hygienic to a sponge."

Which were disgustingly unhygienic.

"Completely true!" she nodded, agreeing with him. But a shrug of her shoulders soon followed and her lips, still tugged in a smirk, grew wider so. "In some sense of the word in some galaxy in which said truth is not really a lie."

"That depends on which planet, dear. On some of them, they're perfectly hygienic, and even if they're no, they can be sterilized," came the response. "Which reminds me, we've got to pay a visit to that spongey sort of asteroid belt. It was like a bouncy castle." He grinned at the memory of it, chuckling.

At the woman's not-really agreement, the Doctor couldn't help but laugh, however sheepish that laughter was. "It's completely true!" he protested, unable to stop laughing for the moment.

"Sterilized!" Idris felt a laugh erupt from her lips. "Are you planning to sterilize your lips then, Thief?"

Ahh, bringing up memories now. Yes, she could live with that. She did, however, straighten her back in her seat, crossing her legs as he mentioned the belt. She knew just the one and narrowing her eyes, decided to lean forward toward him. "Oh yes, I know just the one you're talking about. And bouncy, indeed. Bouncing against my walls I might add!" Her finger was pointing against her chest to get the point across, then added: "And messing up all my my rooms!"

She wasn't cross, though. No; judging by the grin that was on her face, she couldn't have been upset about it even had she wanted to be. Instead she was chuckling at the memory.

"Oh yes, dear. Completely." Again she was 'agreeing' with him, adoring the sound of his laughter. She had heard it so many times before, but now she was able to share it with him. "I'm sure someone, somewhere, will believe you."

The Doctor blinked at her for a few moments before laughing. "Can you imagine?" he asked grinning. "I'm picturing a spray bottle."

Oh. Oh, dear. He hadn't thought of that. An embarrassed look came over his face, though he was still grinning, sand he suddenly became very interested in the state of his tea. Come to think of it, he had been thorn around a bit, laughing all the while. His face went red as he desperately tried to not start laughing now, especially as Idris didn't seem offended.

It didn't work, of course. He begging laughing, face-down on the table as he gave into it.

“Most unhygienic,” she couldn’t help but o laugh with him, though. A spray bottle for his lips, she may indeed have to look into that, could be a nice practical joke to use against him. One of those insider ones that other people wouldn’t understand; she’d seen him share a number of those in her day with a variety of other people, now it was her turn for such things. Wasn’t it?

Watching as he took interest in his tea, she pressed her tongue to the inside of her cheek to withhold a grin, although it wasn’t particularly working out. She had been holding her laughter in but it broke loose once he faltered with his own. Leaning back in her chair, she set her hand to her stomach as she roared with laughter at the recollection of their sillier times together as ship and spaceman.

He'd forgotten how good it felt to just let go and laugh, sometimes. It had been ages since he'd done that, and he'd actually thought himself incapable of laughing without some sort of sadness behind it. He was positively giddy at the moment, as a matter of fact. And it was lovely to hear the woman opposite him laughing, too.

For the first time in perhaps a long time, he was happy.

After some time, Idris simply finds herself leaning forward to rest her elbow to the table so that she might partake in watching her ‘kidnapper’ laugh. It’s always been a joy to see him so gleeful and happy, not that it seemed to be happening all that often as of late. The few and far between moments of genuine happiness was somewhat depressing to watch him suffer through, she was glad that she could at least make him smile for the moment.

Chuckling soft still, she gives a gentle shake of her head as she calms from her outburst with him.

“You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself, Thief.” She had to make the comment, now drumming her fingers to the tabletop. “It warms my circuits to see you smiling as such, you know.”

Circuits? Well, perhaps old habits — or phrasings, rather — die hard.

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doot doot doot~ timeskip! 8D Let me know if this isn't alright and I'll change it.

soooob, i'm sorry this is so late Flight ;_; ♥

No problem! ♥ Life happens.

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i think this is the first time she's actually called him "doctor" . . .

*A* Best couple.

hell yes they are *^*

X3

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A Best couple.

hell yes they are ^