"Yeah, he said he even considered the cardigan, but it wasn't intimidating enough. So I poked him about the bowties, because that's the furthest thing from intimidating evar."
"Yeah, intense!" Rose punched the air in victory. Perfect word for it. "Well, I don't think the Doctor's power is uh flaming hats, so much as pure random whimsy?" a shrug. "He's a fairy like me... whiiiiiiiiiich does not mean flaming homosexual in this particular connotation." A laugh. "I think! Honestly he's not human, and he's barely male, so... Don't ask. It's just a class type, like monster. Michael's a monster-type. So is Crowley, who is the demon that doesn't consider it racist."
Rose rubbed the back of her neck at the final part. "Right yeah, Michael's definitely..." older. Rose's type to a tee. It's nearly painful when she thinks about it at all. So she won't. "How did you get him to go all... ethics and stuff anyway?" Soul mates?
Rose slowly shook her head. "I kind of... don't get it, no." A face scrunch. It was hard for her to think of it as anything but the Doctor and Janet as a talking computer-y version of the TARDIS. "Like I didn't know him when he was still... actually super evil. And the more he tries to convince me he is, or at least, was..." Rose glanced away and rolled her shoulders in a shrug. The more it turned her on? Yeaaaaaaaaaaah a lot. There's something wrooooooong about that, isn't there? And for the life of her, Rose can't pin down why it is. She's not sure she wants to try, it seems like definitely opening a big Pandora's Box there. "Like I'm definitely not into a project," a serious stern look back at Eleanor, because that's for sure. "Two of my exes were projects and I'm the--" she snapped her fingers again, "Totally walk away type instead." Face palm. Including from the Doctor?
Rose shrugged. She didn't really have to explain or justify it to herself or Eleanor, so why bother? It wasn't like Michael or the Doctor would ever do anything about it anyway. Immortals.
She looked at her feet all the same, like the answer was there and she couldn't hide it after all. "It's because he doesn't give up," she admitted with a small growl. "Blimey, I just... hate that, yeah? Like, when it comes to fighting the darkness or corruption, or protecting the people I care about, I'll do anything, try anything, no matter how insane or desperate." Serious nod. And another shrug, "All the other immortals won't. I get it. Who wouldn't get burned out after millennia of same after same? But that's just it. He didn't." A huff. "He calls it creativity, but as far as I'm concerned, it's just brilliant." Oh. Rose really hoped her cheeks weren't blushing now. Blimey, that was way too embarrassing a thing to say or admit while sober. Rose waved a hand quickly, "Again, don't tell him I said that, it'll go straight to his head."
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"Yeah, intense!" Rose punched the air in victory. Perfect word for it. "Well, I don't think the Doctor's power is uh flaming hats, so much as pure random whimsy?" a shrug. "He's a fairy like me... whiiiiiiiiiich does not mean flaming homosexual in this particular connotation." A laugh. "I think! Honestly he's not human, and he's barely male, so... Don't ask. It's just a class type, like monster. Michael's a monster-type. So is Crowley, who is the demon that doesn't consider it racist."
Rose rubbed the back of her neck at the final part. "Right yeah, Michael's definitely..." older. Rose's type to a tee. It's nearly painful when she thinks about it at all. So she won't. "How did you get him to go all... ethics and stuff anyway?" Soul mates?
Rose slowly shook her head. "I kind of... don't get it, no." A face scrunch. It was hard for her to think of it as anything but the Doctor and Janet as a talking computer-y version of the TARDIS. "Like I didn't know him when he was still... actually super evil. And the more he tries to convince me he is, or at least, was..." Rose glanced away and rolled her shoulders in a shrug. The more it turned her on? Yeaaaaaaaaaaah a lot. There's something wrooooooong about that, isn't there? And for the life of her, Rose can't pin down why it is. She's not sure she wants to try, it seems like definitely opening a big Pandora's Box there. "Like I'm definitely not into a project," a serious stern look back at Eleanor, because that's for sure. "Two of my exes were projects and I'm the--" she snapped her fingers again, "Totally walk away type instead." Face palm. Including from the Doctor?
Rose shrugged. She didn't really have to explain or justify it to herself or Eleanor, so why bother? It wasn't like Michael or the Doctor would ever do anything about it anyway. Immortals.
She looked at her feet all the same, like the answer was there and she couldn't hide it after all. "It's because he doesn't give up," she admitted with a small growl. "Blimey, I just... hate that, yeah? Like, when it comes to fighting the darkness or corruption, or protecting the people I care about, I'll do anything, try anything, no matter how insane or desperate." Serious nod. And another shrug, "All the other immortals won't. I get it. Who wouldn't get burned out after millennia of same after same? But that's just it. He didn't." A huff. "He calls it creativity, but as far as I'm concerned, it's just brilliant." Oh. Rose really hoped her cheeks weren't blushing now. Blimey, that was way too embarrassing a thing to say or admit while sober. Rose waved a hand quickly, "Again, don't tell him I said that, it'll go straight to his head."