It’s a slow little day. There should be no such thing in his vocabulary, not those three words tied with a string and lined out together, but it’s… it’s not a bad thing. It’s really not. At least, not this time around. Bit of quiet never hurt anyone—as long as that quiet didn’t announce something reminiscing of permanent.

So he’s just walking instead of dancing, lightly pressing instead of jamming, and there’s no need for the hammer or any kind of knock. The engine purrs, rotor column pumps up and down, and they twirl in a paced calm through the vortex. All he’s missing is a cuppa and a friend, the Doctor muses.

And speak of the ginger.

"G’morning. Sleep well?"

She's still a bit of a mess. Her hair naturally curls, so it frizzes with the morning's sheep dawn and tickles into her sleep - swollen eyes with her fringe slightly receded to above her brow. She rubs it, with curled fist and index finger, and then gives a little groan. " Hm. " She sighs away the lingering slumber, long and deep, and straightens out the belt of the bathrobe she is wearing. In their early days, she would not emerge before she had her pants and blazer on, but it's been long enough that she now simply appears with her jammies covered and socks on her feet.  The grating is a bit unpleasant without soles. " .. I did. " It's a late answer from a slow starter with her palms pressed to her eye sockets. " Just a bit ... -- I don't know. " Unknowingly, she shares his sentiment for tea. " ... Where are we, now? "

Long Time Gone Sentence Memes

"They function via excited Noble gasses."

[ The only credit was that she had not seen it coming. ]

"I was going to make an intelligent pun. Yes, at your expense, but one doesn’t get to make jokes about neon lights often."

" I’ve heard many a time that my hair’s fluorescent enough to make me traffic cone, thank you very much. If you found another manner of comparin’ me to a New York street sign, have at it. “

"A little, but you’ve not let me get to the punchline yet."

" You do realize that wording very much tempts me to make that my fist and your nose, do you not? "

"Come on now, you don’t look that bad. The color…Makes your eyes stands out?”

He’s gone and spilled a bowl of alien something on her shirt.

" Yeah, 'cos this color's sitting right about my eyes, TOO!" The other ones a bit lower.

"You’re going to have to do that about… Four times at most. Up for it?"

" More than once? Oh you have not a clue how much I am looking FORWARD to that! -- COME HERE, YOU!! "

                     A twist on the number game — —

   Send me a number between 1-1000, and my muse will say how they feel about your muse.

                  Without anyone knowing who you are.

"COME now…"

Lying on its side right next to the woman was a striped beast of gargantuan proportions. Tail swishing back and forth upon the floor, it offered a chuff in her direction as if it would explain the sudden appearance of its presence. “THESE sort’f books ain’ all that bad, right?”

The query was an echoed bass-croak that caressed the forefront of her mind than a physical representation of a voice. Had this cat any semblance of personal space? …Probably, despite the fact the current situation directed otherwise.

She would later not quite be able to comprehend why, back now, she had not screamed. It was a sound that had rushed up, but, after pitstopping mid - throat, only left her as a breath, her frightenedly and frighteningly widened eyes smalling to an angry frown. " -- You're spam mail, aren't you? Bloody -- I thought Spaceman had updated the firewall after that mishap with the Edifice! Donna don't touch it, Donna it's a holograph, Donna I'll be makin' sure we don't get pixelated American blokes visitin' over anymore so you don't worry about random intrusions -- " She angrily swiped a hand at the creature. " -- and now this! What are you supposed to be, then, the Trojan Tiger?! Oh that is just -- DOCTOR! D O C T O R ! " She failed to imagine the impossibility of any break - in having been truly physical. 

"Oh, don’t get your knickers in a twist—I’ll behave. Promise.”

[She even goes so far as to cross her heart; she’s an ideal image of innocence and honesty.

Sort of.]

"Can we go now?”

[ She remains suspicious, in both her eyeing of the other and her mindset, but, after pointing a warning finger, scowls off with a defeated frown. ]  " -- And nobody's gonna unwrap those knickers, thank you very much. First round's on you now, by the way. 'Cos you were bein' a bleedin' twat worse than once a month just now. "

The Path is Open // Persona 3 AU

The vendor seemed to take the 500 with a light smile. Another payment was made on his own and then he turned to the red head. Juuto grinned himself as he reached for their drinks. He could at least be a gentleman about it as they traversed the maze of seats. “I’m sure he would appreciate it, though. You get a lot of grumpy old men in here that won’t so much leave a tip.” He knew that her intentions had been good, and so maybe next time he would be able to tell her how to say it a bit more sweetly. Money was money, though. If you gave it to someone for free they probably didn’t care how you delivered it to them.

Juuto managed to eye the seat as well across the way and made a line for it before anyone else laid claim to it. Setting the drinks down, he turned them around to see about the names written on the sides. “And this one is yours,” he scooted it toward the other side of the table for her to take a seat at as he scooted his own chair out and plopped down. He didn’t seem too graceful in his movements, always seeming to be in a hurry without reason. “We can spy out from this window here.” He grinned lightly before he set his elbows onto the table. This was a casual exchange between friends and so he didn’t believe it called for much table etiquette. “So…” he decided he could help with starting the conversation now. “I’m hearing rumors at school about the victims of apathy syndrome. It seems more and more students don’t come to class anymore.”

She had no expectations of elegance for him. He was a boy, after all, and allowed to be more brusque in his manner. The jitter of of limbs, however, did make her doubt herself at times. She'd caught it in class, too, where he seemed to be only eager to get out, and when it thus transferred to his style of sitting even in casual conversation, she had to wonder if he didn't just simply want to leave already. She was happy, however, he did not seem to expect grace from her, either.  " ... Yeah. You .. like to look, right? You do it in the classroom too. Looking. Through the window. So .. maybe you wanted to look here too. That's what I thought. " And having had enough of her own choppy speech, she buried her nose into her coffee. Juuto was chatty, however ( as she had once been, in English, and would, maybe, be again sometime ), and left her little time to drink a beverage that was still too hot to do so with, anyway. She frowned, very pensively, thinking more on her words than her opinion. " ... Maybe not everyone is sick. Maybe they're at home. Because .. people won't know. If you're always home now .. you could have it. The syndrome. Or ... you're lying. Because you don't want to go to school. " Quietly, she bat her eyes down. " If they're liars ... ... I like that better. "

     ”Maybe some people are charmed by their disobedience?” Clint shrugs. “Might as well have gotten a cat in that case —- those brats don’t care what you tell them except when you’ve got food. But I’m totally with you on the barking… or even, I don’t think I’d mind if it wasn’t so high-pitched?”

     He smiles, glad this topic has stuck. “So you haven’t got a dog now, even though you love them so much? Why not adopt one? Or… is that not, uh, feasible?”

" Oi -- ! " In a flash, Donna's warning finger had pointed up. " -- you don't diss cats! Yeah, I am a dog person, but my Sammy was the loveliest little companion y'could ask for during the time I had him, so I don't want bad stereotypes spoilin' the name of my baby when he was as cuddly as they come! " She still missed him sometimes. He was not the only soul she platonically longed for, however, due to the travels she was about to bring up. A little disappointed, she sighed. " ... Yeah. It's that. I'm ... not home. I go about. All the time. And doesn't matter if it's a little or a big boy, you can't just .. leave 'm on their own all the time, you know? Dog or human, you're gonna get lonely then. " And there was another species she hadn't mentioned yet that did. " .. Got someone I promised to stick with. So that doesn't happen to him. So ... Harry later. He'll come. But not just yet. Got my hands full as it is ... and I don't think I'd want it any other way. "

[ you make money by faith ] ogre + donna

Ogre sighed in frustration, not being able to prevent his palm from dragging down on his face. He always forgot that not everyone was so casual about non-human beings; clearly, he’d have to consider that in the future and just fake being human.

Oh well, time for explanations, I suppose.

"Over the years, I’ve come to self-identify as an elemental of desire and emotion." Ogre’s voice was matter-of-fact, as if he had said these words hundreds of times before. He had. "Although some have called me a demon, or a djinn, those monikers don’t really feel like me."

" A what? " Sharply, Donna's head canted, and her eyebrows raised both incredulously and angrily. Half of what he'd just spouted sounded like complete poppycock even to one who'd travelled the universe, but there was one word she'd picked out that she most definitely understood.  " Oh, c'mon -- demons don't exist, alright!? I just honestly don't care what you like to call yourself or what another likes to, I am just askin' for some clarity! You're an alien, are you not?! Then give me the name of your bloody species -- 'cos if I bolt up to my friend after and tell him you're a flippin' djingle, like hell he's gonna figure what you actually are!  "

Hello my lovely followers! I have hit another milestone and figured I could actually do something other than drabbles this round to thank a few of you specifically. Not much else to say other than that. Good luck to you all. And thank you SO MUCH for the follow and all of the support! Rules: - Must Be Following - Must be a RP blog - No giveaway blogs - Both likes and reblogs count though I enjoy having things spread around more. - If selected, please be patient with the artist. - Be able to respond to the winners announcement within a week of time. If you are unable to do so, another winner will be selected. - No NSFW requests/characters/nudity Winners Will Get: - First Prize Will Receive a full color character of their muse. 

 - Second Prize will be a lineart of their muse in the color of their choice.

- Third Prize will be a hand drawn sketch of their muse. No preview of this is available, but it will be done in mechanical pencil.  GOOD LUCK BUDDIES.