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Who: Dairine and Tosh (and a little Doctor)
What: Finding a place to stay
When: Backdated to 4/18
Where: Tosh's flat
Rating/Status: Closed. Incomplete
This was what Dairine was afraid of.
It wasn't the idea of living with someone else. It wasn't the idea of being away from home for who knew how long it would be. It wasn't even that Dairine didn't exactly know the extent of her situation. But it was the nerves she couldn't handle. The nerves and endless questions that somehow plagued her. What if Tosh didn't like her? What if she started feeling like some reject foster child?
She lifted her chin defiantly as they approached the apartment and brushed hair out of her eyes. Spot made a trilling noise, perhaps sensing his owner's nervousness, and vanished with a little clap of displaced air. Dairine sighed. He'd reappear eventually.
She looked up at the Doctor and furrowed her brows. "So...you're sure she's okay with this, right?" He'd said that Tosh was used to "This Sort of Thing" but how used to wizardry could someone be who hadn't really ever lived with it. Even dad, back home, still couldn't quite get used to it. She just hoped Tosh lived up to the Doctor's expectations.
What: Finding a place to stay
When: Backdated to 4/18
Where: Tosh's flat
Rating/Status: Closed. Incomplete
This was what Dairine was afraid of.
It wasn't the idea of living with someone else. It wasn't the idea of being away from home for who knew how long it would be. It wasn't even that Dairine didn't exactly know the extent of her situation. But it was the nerves she couldn't handle. The nerves and endless questions that somehow plagued her. What if Tosh didn't like her? What if she started feeling like some reject foster child?
She lifted her chin defiantly as they approached the apartment and brushed hair out of her eyes. Spot made a trilling noise, perhaps sensing his owner's nervousness, and vanished with a little clap of displaced air. Dairine sighed. He'd reappear eventually.
She looked up at the Doctor and furrowed her brows. "So...you're sure she's okay with this, right?" He'd said that Tosh was used to "This Sort of Thing" but how used to wizardry could someone be who hadn't really ever lived with it. Even dad, back home, still couldn't quite get used to it. She just hoped Tosh lived up to the Doctor's expectations.