roleplay for wesley_w_price

[rude_not_ginger]

Takes place directly after this.It would've been a lot quicker, the Doctor figured, to take the TARDIS over to that man's house, the one where something happened to Illyria. His mind had rationalized that it would be a bad idea, that if something horrific had happened to her they were part of events, that if there was a creature it could get to

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[wesley_w_price]

He'd pulled his clothes back on shortly after Illyria left, in a bit of a daze. It was hitting, hard, just what he'd done. A line he hadn't ever meant to cross because things in his head where the goddess was concerned were jumbled enough. Emotions, sensations. Rage. Pity. Hatred. Love. Need. Regret. There was something about how she saw him that enraged him even as he clung to it, because he could just...be when she was near

[rude_not_ginger]

The Doctor glanced up, a bit of a surprised look on his face. This was the man that Illyria had gone to see? One of those friends she made a promise to? Looked like he belonged half-drunk outside of an English pub (and smelled a bit like it, too). While the Doctor couldn't figure out what he was expecting...this wasn't it.

Maybe he'd gone to the wrong place? Wouldn't be the first time that happened.

"Um, hello," the Doctor said, offering up a bit of a pathetic smile, "I'm looking for Wesley Price? This is his house, isn't it?"

[wesley_w_price]

That made him blink and look at the man a bit more closely.

"I'm Wesley. Who are you?"

[rude_not_ginger]

Ah. So it was Wesley.

"Oh, I'm the Doctor," he said, simply, stuffing his hands in his pockets and attempting to look less like a fool on a doorstep, "A frie---uh, aquaintence of Illyria's. We travel together."