Rosetor Who
"Oh, Doctor - must we?"
The blonde woman stood, hands out as if to say, "Say no or I'll withhold all bedside filth in your immediate future."
"Now, Rose - you promised."
The tall, pin-striped beanstalk with the gently tussled hair opened his eyes wide with a firm glance to indicate, "Do your worst, you Jonas Brother-loving twerp - I've got two Time Lord Time Hands and they're more than capable of making my twin Time Hearts flutter"
She knew when to give in - this was a paltry battle, compared to the several hour long "Toilet Seat goes down when you're done" debacle that unfolded during their last trip to Skaro. She hadn't even asked to go to Skaro. Then again, she recalled, neither had he - he claimed that the TARDIS must have misinterpreted his manipulating of the controls or some such rubbish. "So you're saying the TARDIS simply chose to land here", she recalled asking. "Ahhh, well..... yeah", he had responded, a look on his face so sheepish that she half-expected it to run off in search of a fence to leap so that some small child could count it and hopefully fall asleep.
She sighed heavily, resigned to her fate, and walked to the TARDIS doors.
"Shall we?"
The Doctor strode over, wearing a multicolored scarf of incredible length that she had never seen him wear before. "But of course."
"Wait, wait - what in the name of Our Loving Queen is that atrocity around your neck?"
The Doctor shot her a look.
"'Atrocity', she says. I would've used that word to describe the Holocaust but, well done, Rose Tyler - once again you've enlightened me. As for the atrocity, it keeps my neck warm."
"It's at least three times longer than it ought to be! Haven't you a smaller scarf?"
The Doctor removed a Twix from his pocket - this was going to take some explaining - and began munching on it. While he crunched, he talked, his mouth full of Twix crumbs - as far as he was concerned, dissing the scarf was a crime and the least he could do in response at the moment was talk with his mouth full.
"Shee, Rosesh - there'sh thish widdy li'l knidder, name uff Maddum Noashtradawmush-"
Rose put her hands on her hips.
"Fine, I'm sorry I sullied the good name of your scarf. Now can you finish chewing and start over?"
The Doctor, satisfied with this turn of events, obliged.
"So, as I was saying, Madame Nostradamus - quite a witty little knitter - made this incredible scarf for me and, during my fourth regeneration, I wore it all the time. And, well, it's just incredibly comfortable and-"
Rose let out a sigh of exasperation. "...You can wear the flippin' scarf."
"Thank you."
They held hands and opened the door of the TARDIS. Bright lights streamed through and a deafening cacophony of voices greeted them.
"You really want to do this?"
The Doctor nodded, eagerly.
"You know you're hardly age appropriate."
He shot her a look that said, "Lady, I'm over 900 years old and I look like I'm in my early thirties. Shove it. And yes, I know."
Rose nodded. "Alright... here we go..."
They stepped out and strode up to the podium placed before them. While they waited, Rose took stock of their surroundings - brightly colored structures situated here, multicolored orbs there. The aroma in the room was intoxicating. While she looked around, a young woman approached them.
"Hi, you guys, welcome to Chuck E Cheese! Just two?"
FIN
The blonde woman stood, hands out as if to say, "Say no or I'll withhold all bedside filth in your immediate future."
"Now, Rose - you promised."
The tall, pin-striped beanstalk with the gently tussled hair opened his eyes wide with a firm glance to indicate, "Do your worst, you Jonas Brother-loving twerp - I've got two Time Lord Time Hands and they're more than capable of making my twin Time Hearts flutter"
She knew when to give in - this was a paltry battle, compared to the several hour long "Toilet Seat goes down when you're done" debacle that unfolded during their last trip to Skaro. She hadn't even asked to go to Skaro. Then again, she recalled, neither had he - he claimed that the TARDIS must have misinterpreted his manipulating of the controls or some such rubbish. "So you're saying the TARDIS simply chose to land here", she recalled asking. "Ahhh, well..... yeah", he had responded, a look on his face so sheepish that she half-expected it to run off in search of a fence to leap so that some small child could count it and hopefully fall asleep.
She sighed heavily, resigned to her fate, and walked to the TARDIS doors.
"Shall we?"
The Doctor strode over, wearing a multicolored scarf of incredible length that she had never seen him wear before. "But of course."
"Wait, wait - what in the name of Our Loving Queen is that atrocity around your neck?"
The Doctor shot her a look.
"'Atrocity', she says. I would've used that word to describe the Holocaust but, well done, Rose Tyler - once again you've enlightened me. As for the atrocity, it keeps my neck warm."
"It's at least three times longer than it ought to be! Haven't you a smaller scarf?"
The Doctor removed a Twix from his pocket - this was going to take some explaining - and began munching on it. While he crunched, he talked, his mouth full of Twix crumbs - as far as he was concerned, dissing the scarf was a crime and the least he could do in response at the moment was talk with his mouth full.
"Shee, Rosesh - there'sh thish widdy li'l knidder, name uff Maddum Noashtradawmush-"
Rose put her hands on her hips.
"Fine, I'm sorry I sullied the good name of your scarf. Now can you finish chewing and start over?"
The Doctor, satisfied with this turn of events, obliged.
"So, as I was saying, Madame Nostradamus - quite a witty little knitter - made this incredible scarf for me and, during my fourth regeneration, I wore it all the time. And, well, it's just incredibly comfortable and-"
Rose let out a sigh of exasperation. "...You can wear the flippin' scarf."
"Thank you."
They held hands and opened the door of the TARDIS. Bright lights streamed through and a deafening cacophony of voices greeted them.
"You really want to do this?"
The Doctor nodded, eagerly.
"You know you're hardly age appropriate."
He shot her a look that said, "Lady, I'm over 900 years old and I look like I'm in my early thirties. Shove it. And yes, I know."
Rose nodded. "Alright... here we go..."
They stepped out and strode up to the podium placed before them. While they waited, Rose took stock of their surroundings - brightly colored structures situated here, multicolored orbs there. The aroma in the room was intoxicating. While she looked around, a young woman approached them.
"Hi, you guys, welcome to Chuck E Cheese! Just two?"
FIN