RP: Fancy Meeting You... Wherever Here Is [for quitehomoerotic

[elevenwho]

[Just a bit of fluffy fun set in no particular time or place, really.]Having been poked, prodded, whined at, and eventually guilted, the Doctor had agreed to take Amy shopping. He had no idea why she needed to go shopping, since everything she (or anyone!) could ever want was on the TARDIS. But she'd rolled her eyes and mumbled something about

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[quitehomoerotic]

It was an easy job he'd been given, ridiculously easy, really, and he had it over and done practically as soon as he'd set foot on the planet. That of course left him time for his favourite past time: having fun.

There were a decent number of bars on Yel, and he'd frequented them more than once in the past; a select amount of places and a select amount of people. Always someone that'd be happy to see him.

And who would he be if he didn't take a gift?

It was that thought that brought him to the lingerie department of a shopping district, and there he stood in well fitted leather and a t-shirt that was just a little bit too tight on purpose. His hair was cut shorter than it would be in his later life.

And standing there, he watched a man as he held up a bra.

"Not sure it's your size," he said to him with a smirk over the top of the rack.

[elevenwho]

"It's not for me, it's for -" But there was no answer to that that would make sense to anyone and, besides, the Doctor realized at that moment that he was talking to Jack.

Well. Sort of. He looked so young. And... tightly-clothed. More like he had when they'd first met. The Doctor leaned in and gave him a once over. "Hello," he said after a moment of inspection, seemingly satisfied with whatever he'd discovered.

He held up the bra. "Maybe you should try it. I think blue might be your color."

[quitehomoerotic]

His eyebrows lifted and he looked at the man approvingly. Strange sort of dress sense, interesting sort of hair. Bowetie. Hmm.

He knew quite well from experience when he was being looked at. He was used to it. And he liked it.

"Hello," he said back, smirking a little.

He reached a hand out and took the hanger from him, turning it in his fingers. "Oh you think so, do you?" he said, an eyebrow raised.

[elevenwho]

"Oh, definitely, it'll go well with your eyes." The Doctor caught Jack's look and realized that maybe his actions were being taken as a bit intimate. Sure, they were intimate, but with a much older Jack that didn't exist yet. Surely, this one would understand.

Was he even Jack yet? Hm.

"But enough about you, I should really be going." He looked around nervously. "Timelines to not destroy, worlds to save, Scottish girls to keep out of trouble. You know how it is."