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[Text]: Wanna go catch a movie with me?

[Text] Yes I'd love to! [Text] But I'm really busy... [Text] I think I can get away though

Please reblog this if you’re someone who would be interested in roleplaying polyamorous relationships.

As someone who is poly, there is very little representation of my relationship structure in media/RP, and that’s sort of frustrating. I would like to find more people to rp this type of relationship with.

“You okay there, mate?”

“Hm?” Dalton asked coming out of his daze. “Oh, yeah. I am, or at least I will be.” he said giving a small smile of reassurance. He was just feeling a bit down today.

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//-cries-

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//-hugs-

He nodded. “Yeah...I just want to cuddle.” he said softly before smiling a little. He moved to wrap his arms around the other.

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//Not me.

I think you would be the only one.

//Nah I don't think so. c:

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//Not me.

The room they found themselves in was lined with hooks laden with various sorts of coats and jackets.The room itself was pretty ordinary; it was long, wooden, and had a small window opposite of the SIDRAT. There was a break in the rack of hooks that harbored the door. It was the only door in the entire room.

The Doctor took notice of the slight scent of pine. “Must be a Earth export,” he observed aloud.

Dalton looked over all the coats and jackets. There were some nice ones in here. He titled his head slightly. “Export?” he asked. He thought this was a cafe. He supposed he had a lot to learn though. 

New Year’s Eve.

Where I’m once again reminded that I have no real friends in this town and I’m not wanted. Sure, there’s the friends who live in other states, other countries. But none of my so-called friends here in town actually want me around. I’m a waste of space to them. An after thought.

I don’t belong anywhere. I don’t fit in. People talk to me around this place out of pity. I’m sure of it.

Another New Year’s Eve where plans fall apart and I’m lucky enough, I guess, to have last minute invites to family shit…

=/

//I really hate when that happens. :c

I’m sorry. Life has been a big old bunch of bullshit and I’ve had absolutely no desire to exist, let alone write Doc or Vic… I’m sorry I’m so lame and quiet.

//-hugs-

Dalton stared blinking at the other. “It’s…purple? Purple cocoa?” he asked with a wrinkle of his nose. “So is it harmless or not?” He questioned what he meant by ‘mostly’ harmless. “But…okay.” He gave a small smile, he did want to try this purple hot cocoa.

“Purple. Like a plum,” the Doctor nodded. He walked over to the SIDRAT’s doors and opened them. “Its harmless to most bipedal races. Just don’t give it to a Judoon. Its a bit of an allergy.” He motioned for the other to follow. “Quick as you like. Watch your head on the way out, I maaay have landed us in the cafe coat room.”

"Oh..." he said before smiling slightly. "Okay!" After that he didn't think he had to worry about anything. He stepped out of the SIDRAT with a bright smile on his face and looked back at the Doctor waiting on him. It was a bit weird to be in the coat room, but he didn't care.

You know how people talk about calming anxiety by practicing breathing patterns and whatnot, and there’s like fifty-billion gifs and videos about breathe in this much and breathe out that much and suddenly your anxiety will calm down if you do this four times in a row?

When I actually start to focus on my breathing and try to match those gifs and videos and whatnot, I get MORE anxious and it triggers panic attacks faster.

Is this a thing for anyone else, or is it just me?

//It makes me feel like I can't breathe...

“My eyes are tired. How’s about you, me, and some of the best hot cocoa on this side of the galaxy? Don’t be alarmed by the fact that its purple. Its harmless - mostly - and taaasty.”

Dalton stared blinking at the other. "It's...purple? Purple cocoa?" he asked with a wrinkle of his nose. "So is it harmless or not?" He questioned what he meant by 'mostly' harmless. "But...okay." He gave a small smile, he did want to try this purple hot cocoa.

"You...used it all." he asked slowly with a tilt of his head. He frowned a bit. "I see..." Even if he did fully understand he understood enough. He moved to help him up. "We'll come on let's get you back and clean that up." Dalton said offering a small smile.