bit_impossible | [SOS] θ 18

[his fire burns low, partially from the rain and partially because he's neglected it even though he specifically lit it to make tea. instead, he's spent a good deal of time after the mysterious message played pacing back and forth in the rain--if the mud trail he's blazed in front of his shelter is anything to be judged--but he pays it no mind and doesn't care that his sphere is recording--not that he notices. he's too busy muttering to himself.]

What'd that voice mean about the locals? The way it was said...sounded like the frog hybrids aren't the only life around here. But...if they're not, where have the real locals been this entire time? [he runs a hand through his drenched hair, clearly disturbed by this]

No, no, no, we shouldn't stay around to find out. [glances to the sky] There must be a way to signal that ship! But they mentioned a potential danger...are we that danger? We shouldn't shoot anything at it then. Not even my sonic screwdriver, even if it wasn't damaged in that fall, will help this time; can't risk scaring them off or worse.

[he pauses, looking around him. he can see a handful of smouldering fires coming up from various places around the field and wherever else his fellow passengers have set up camp. this gives him an idea]

The fires...the fires! All we have to do is burn--no, no, hang on a mo'. The question is what should we burn? Shouldn't burn that awful, awful fruit [pulls a face, remembering their taste] because some people actually like them. And burning the nuts and the other food stuffs is unwise as well, and no burning the fore--

The flowers. Ohhhh, of course, stupid Doctor, why didn't you think of that sooner? Those cheeky little flowers gave off that green pollen before! Perhaps it'll even turn the smoke green too! [he dashes out towards the field, skidding and sliding in the mud, and unceremoniously plucks a handful of flowers out of the ground before running back to his camp.]

Here goes nothing! [tosses the flowers onto the fire]

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bit_impossible

Who wouldn't? Sorry I didn't come, by the way. I was, uh...working through a few things.

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oliverplus

[frowns, uncomfortable] That's all right. She understood.

From:

bit_impossible

[eyes him curiously] You mean 'I', don't you?

From:

oliverplus

Ah...yeah... [scratches his head] I'm not really sure how to think of it.

From:

bit_impossible

She was you and you were her; what more is there to think about?

From:

oliverplus

[frowns, uncertainly] That makes things a bit complicated, actually.

From:

bit_impossible

[makes a bit of a face] Eh, yeah, true. Slightly...

From:

oliverplus

I...uh...I mean... [trails off awkwardly; he has no idea what he's trying to say]

From:

bit_impossible

[begins to laugh and smiles sheepishly]

From:

oliverplus

[can't help giving me a smile back] You're certainly taking the whole thing well.

From:

bit_impossible

I'd gotten a little more time to think about it than you have!

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oliverplus

That's true. [sighs] The whole thing is just...mixed up. [glances at him with a faint smile] I'm surprised you're not teasing me yet.

From:

bit_impossible

"Yet" being the operative word here.

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oliverplus

[quirks an eyebrow and sighs dramatically] Somehow I'm not surprised.

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bit_impossible

[squats down in front of him] Well, you were the one who asked me those questions about special kisses.

You certainly thought so before, and really, I can't help it if I exude such a charm, but--[he suddenly grabs Ollie's face and plants a kiss on his lips]--do you still? [quickly stands before he can get smacked for doing that]

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oliverplus

[stares at him; totally speechless here, sorry]

From:

bit_impossible

[bursts out laughing, seeing his face]

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oliverplus

[stares for a moment more] Doctor! Just...just what was that!?

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bit_impossible

An ice breaker, now answer my question. Do you still think they're special? Because--[points to himself]--nothing. Still just feel the same old best mate-y feelings I did before.