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[perfect_shoes]

On the not exactly far and really quite fathomable reaches of London, there was a Doctor, one of the many that were cropping up, sitting in a chair that was laid out on a lawn owned by someone he most likely didn't know and most likely didn't care about. His hands were moving restlessly over the sketchbook in his hand, flowing wide in large, harsh

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[aces_are_rare]

Ace was drawn by the sound of honking horns and harsh obscenities. She stood on the other side of the street for a minute, watching, before she picked up a mud covered ball of paper and approached. The paper was added to the pile of other discarded trash, and Ace frowned when he didn't acknowledge her.

"You know one of those blokes you're throwing thins at isn't going to be content just to yell. You won't look half so pretty with a black eye."

[perfect_shoes]

The Doctor in question glanced up and then looked back down, ignoring her for the most part.

"I'll look perfectly fine with a black eye." he said. "And they haven't done anything to me so far, what makes you think they will?"

[aces_are_rare]

Prat. All she was doing was offering a bit of practical advice. She should just walk away and leave him to it, but the need to look out for those that needed it - even when they didn't want help - was too deeply ingrained.

"I've spent a fair amount of time here, I know what the people are like. Sooner or latter you're going to antagonize the wrong person. Besides, I always figure on the worst happening. That way I'm ready for it."

[perfect_shoes]

He decided he didn't like that deeply ingrained need in humans, especially when they continued to bother him with it. He was in no need of saving or of advice, practical or otherwise. He wasn't the Professor, let alone her Professor, although he had a distinct feeling she already knew that.

"The worst usually is happening. And antagonising the wrong person? Is there ever a right person to antagonise? And I've already antagonised enough people that someone will have to stop being antagonised just to make room for them. I don't see how it'll make a difference."

[aces_are_rare]

"Sure there is. I could antagonise Hex all night and all day and nothing would come of it except an 'oi, cut it out.' So really not much different then usual." She had nothing to fear if it came to antagonising the Professor either, but she didn't say that. For some reason she couldn't stand the idea of talking to this Doctor about her Doctor. For one thing if he said anything negative she might just be the one to give him a black eye.

"Are you always this cheerful?"

[perfect_shoes]

"I don't see how that pertains to the observation, Ace. From your description is sounds like that's the wrong person to antagonise if you're never going to get anywhere with it." He would like to have said that he wouldn't have done any such thing as insult himself, albeit a different version of himself, but considering that was exactly what he had been doing ever since he'd arrived, he was sure making promises was a bad idea in that region.

"Oh, delightfully. You should see me on good days."

[aces_are_rare]

"I'd rather antagonise the bloke who's never going to do anything, rather then the one with the gun, knife, or whip. Not that I haven't done that too." Absently she rubbed the skin near her shoulder. Simply to be peevish she sat on the grass next to his chair and started riffling thought the balled up bits of paper.

"Have you considered a change of names? Something more along the lines of Gus or Eeyore might suit you better."

[perfect_shoes]

"It's a bit late for that, I think," the Doctor said rather surprisingly cheerfully. "I've already antagonised people who've got and done worse than that. You have too, I think. Haven't you? I wouldn't know, I suppose. Not being the same Doctor as yours. But in my opinion, I think it's rather boring to antagonise someone who'll do nothing about it. What's the fun in that, hmm? You're better off antagonising a butter knife and there are surely better things and better people to antagonise than a butter knife."

He smirked. "And no. It's too much of a hassle. Paperwork and other such nonsense."

[aces_are_rare]

"Yeah, I have. Generally for a better reason then a lack of trash can, though." Unless you counted Perivale, of course, when she spent the better part of three years picking fights with everyone and everything. The Professor had taught her a better way. Perhaps that was why this Doctor's attitude bothered her so much.

"You don't seem to mind paperwork much, if this pile's anything to go by." Ace smoothed out the paper in her hands. Not writing, as she had expected, but a half finished drawing.

[perfect_shoes]

He was in a fluctuate state of deciding when to rip out what pieces and why. Sometimes they were because he had made a mistake, although one could hardly tell the slightest fault of an angle that he noticed, sometimes it was because he had grown bored of it, more often it was because he had finished and was in no mood to look at it any longer.

"I dislike bureaucracy, Ace, and I don't take it with me on holiday," he said with a little bit of an affronted sniff.

[aces_are_rare]

"This is a holiday? Funny, I prefer a bit of sun and a beach." Not that the end of the universe was much different then some of the holidays she and the Professor had gone on. Tuin, only days ago, was meant to be a week long festival of peace (and beer) before the 10,000 year long war, homicidal planet and wedding threw a spanner in the works.

[perfect_shoes]

"It's as close as a holiday I'm going to get," he said with another smile. "I haven't been off Gallifrey for a couple of years, so I find it nice to stretch my legs without those boring old aristocrats around." His smile grew a bit more fold as he continued. "You'd be surprised how relaxing this place is, despite the universe being in immediate danger bit."