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celery_love

when i was a young boy

Feb 14, 2008 15:59

Five is sitting in the lobby, trying desperately to entertain himself. He's still only trying to figure out the place, so he's been a bit reclusive. Settled in with a book (note! The brainy specs settled on his face!) he skims the words lightly, finding himself reading the same line over and over, brain not witholding anything from the novel ( Read more... )

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allthroughtime February 14 2008, 21:17:22 UTC

Eight is bored.

Not terribly bored of course, if he was really that bored, he would just hop into the TARDIS and go on a quick trip. No, this is the kind of bored that one experiences on lazy Sunday afternoons when it's perfectly acceptable and even a little enjoyable to be bored.

So, it is with a grin on his face that he creeps up behind his Fifth regeneration, looking at the book for a few moments before leaning in as close as he dared while the younger one sipped at his tea.

"You don't actually need those," he states, tabbing the rim of the glasses with his index finger. "You just like the look of them."

celery_love February 14 2008, 21:32:05 UTC

Five can feel the other coming, so he isn't too terribly surprised when Eight speaks up, but how close he is? It's not exactly comfortable.

"That's none of your concern, is it?" Five glances sideways to the man, sipping at his tea again.

"Can I help you with something?" It's not an irritated sound in his voice, no. Mildly bored and curious all at once.

allthroughtime February 14 2008, 21:56:21 UTC

"No, not particularly but I felt the need to point it out." Another tap. "not saying it's a bad thing either, I think they make you look quite fetching actually."

Coming around to sit on the floor, back pressed up against the couch, he'll look up at the younger one. "No, not really. Just thought I'd come and say hello. You don't seem all too busy after all."

One hand reaches out to play with a page of the book.

celery_love February 15 2008, 05:20:26 UTC

"Will you stop that?" Five swats lightly at the fingers tapping his spectacles.

He tries to go back to reading (well, he's pretending, anyway) but eyes lift lightly as the other starts to play with a page or two.

Heaving a sigh, the book shuts with one quick motion of his hand and he thinks it away before removing the brainy specs. "What is it you would like to do, then, as I am in need of a bit of entertainment myself."

There might be a brief, quick brush of fingertips to the top of the older male's head, but merely because he is sitting so close to the couch.

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