Well, for the past ten or so minutes, the Doctor had been sidestepping 'traps' (he would never go so far as to call them that, of course) in the halls. All that tea, all those biscuits, going to waste. The farther he got through the hall, the more he shook his head until finally he was just plain facepalming. "Eris, you control bloody chaos, and this is the best you can come up with?" he muttered. "You're losing your touch~"
"They don't have any right to be upset," she protests. "They snubbed me." He lower lip wobbles as he move her out of the way, and she trots along after him like a lost puppy.
"Pretty please? With sugar? Just a little kiss? You're not my nephew, you know! So it is all right for the two of us to do a little smooching..."
"Are you ever going to stop sounding like some adolescent desperate for a date? How many times have I told you no? A lot. I don't forsee that answer changing anytime soon."
"Right, good luck with that, then. I'm sure you'll have, uh, someone rooting you on. Probably Jack. And anyone that hates me. Not the most admirable of goals, certainly."
"I don't think the answer has changed from the last time you asked me that, remember, when you came around, and poor Fitz had to be taken care of, and you just had to ask! No, I'm not gay, I'm just a little more flexible when it comes to, ah..." Might as well just say it, it was a good euphemism. "Dancing and all." Of course, he realizes that, perhaps, she might stop if he just said yes to that, but he does have an urge to preserve his pride and to keep the facts straight about himself (no pun intended).
"Aww, poor old Fitz." She looked wistful and nostalgic. "Still. I can probably still get all mannified for you, if you'd really prefer. I mean, my brother turns into a swan, I'd think I can manage something else humanish."
"Eris, I'm not gay. I don't mind guys, and I don't mind women, and I don't mind all sorts of other genders, but really, don't go off making yourself into a swan or something--swans are different from changing gender completely, don't you think?" His brow furrowed. "You know, when I said about the chaos around here, good example is that there're sometimes these enchanted treats out. Some of 'em change gender. I would know. That was certainly not the most pleasant thing in my life."
He about stumbled and fell over. Almost. So very close. While she gasped, he gaped in horror before fixing his expression into something less disturbed. "Yes. Yes, you did. But don't worry, Jack was more than making up for you." Yes, that had been a rather interesting encounter. Damn the hormones! Damn them all!
"I'm sure he'll love to do that. I doubt he's got photos. And I'll also bet he'll exaggerate about the entire thing. There was hardly anything more that happened than leering and a bit of flirting, and I certainly wasn't a woman for too long!"
"Oh please. You were a lady for an entire incarnation, I don't care what kind of equipment you had." She waved a hand at him. "No grown man should have that much hair product."
"I was not a woman!" he protested. "I don't care how many times you called me Jenny! Can't a bloke grow his hair out a bit, have a different look? Bit Byronesque and all that? I never had long-ish hair! I thought it looked a bit on the dashing side at the time..."
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