House [has blueballs/is a smurf/joins Blue Man Group] turns blue one day for noooo reason at all.

[the_house_rules]

Who: House and Martha Jones, OPEN for reactions.
What: Lunch, chatting, and oh yeah, House turns blue.
Where: Hallway at Martha's room, then the dining hall.
When: Friday at lunch.
Warnings: Swearing. Threatdowns. The usual.

Comments

[thegooddrjones]

[Martha had been pulling on her chucks when there was the sound of knocking at her door. She made we way over to it with a frown and a purple shoe dangling from her fingers by it's laces. When Greg yelled 'oi' Martha had the door open and was fixing us him with a quick look, her brows extended towards her hair line. Her hair was down today, and she had been planning on spending her afternoon in the gym before she had gotten the call. Still holding her sneaker, she took a step backward into her room, leaving the door open before she snarked at him.]

I think your watch may be a bit fast, House.

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[the_house_rules]

Don't wear one... never trust 'em.

[He looked around her room and was overwhelmed with the purpleness of it. That explained the shoes, and every other aggressively purple thing he'd seen her in. He made a soft noise that made it clear he was either judging her or coming to a conclusion, or pretending to do so to avoid something else.]

Nice digs. Very... purple.

[thegooddrjones]

Must make taking someone's pulse rather difficult.

[Martha dropped onto the couch and pulled her shoe on, tying it quickly. Her actions brought a streak of black blurring across the bed and Boe launched herself onto the laces. There was a little giggle before Martha shoved the kitten off and she tore right towards Greg and his shoelaces.]

Shut up. [The words were spoken with a grin.] I like purple, it's very calming

[the_house_rules]

Pulse shmulse. Who cares.

[House watched a kitten attack Martha's shoes, and then couldn't help himself; the corners of his mouth turned up in a little grin but he didn't say anything. At least, not until he found himself being attacked by the kitten.]

Tea is calming... hey...

[Now he was talking to the kitten, which he was booting at with the toe of his sneaker, which was only making the laces more interesting.]

Go away, you.

[Finally, he bent and scooped the tiny cat up and held it at arms length in an effort not to be sliced to ribbons. The cat looked innocent and playful, and Greg looked anything but.]

Aren't we under dorm rules for pets here... only pets allowed are animals that can survive under water?

[Also known as fish. Or sharks.]