Fitz Kreiner

The name's Kreiner, Fitz Kreiner. Intergalactic man of mystery and intrigue, and I'm here to rock your -- what? The truth? Fine. I'm a universally ignored roadie for a Time Lord who saved worlds using string and sealing wax. [Half RP blog and half Fitz Kreiner appreciation blog.]

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hybridmagpie replied to your post:|| i am literally the flakiest person ever why are...

Because we love you~

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|| i am literally the flakiest person ever why are you guys still here

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|| Good evening, friends! (or morning, or afternoon, depending upon your various time zones)

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|| Oh gosh, it's nearly half past seven in the morning and I've not been to sleep yet. I need to remedy this! I have things in my drafts and I shall get to them tomorrow. Thank you for putting up with my rather rudely unannounced hiatus and sticking with me!

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you're my favourite singer!!!! *glomps you*

[ He doesn’t think he’s ever been anyone’s favourite anything.    But, keeping up with appearances, he puts on his ‘famous’ smirk.  And why yes, he will return the hug with enthusiasm. ]

"And you’re my favourite fan, but shh, the others musn’t know."

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You like her? :P

"Quite a lot, actually. Fret not, there's more than enough Kreiner love to go around."

  [ And cue the wink. ]

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So how is Trix?

"She's brill, for the most part. Mum taught me I ought to never kiss an' tell, though."

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 "Blimey, your hair."

  [ He doesn't have such fond memories of redheads; the last one turned into a cranky TARDIS and tried to kill him a few times. But the odds of this one being a homicidal TARDIS are slim to none, so Fitz grins, friendly. ]

  "How's it?"

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-his caress began at the base of the man's neck, fingers teasing through the soft hint of curls that was Fitz's hair, nails oh so gently razing the scalp before he came to the crown of his head and playfully ruffled his already disheveled hair- (before you ask. LOL. My muse is the 8th Doctor)

[ Well, that was certainly unexpected.     Not entirely unwelcomed, though. ]

"... you're right sloshed, aren't you?"   [ He leaned his head into the ruffling only slightly, an amused smile on his face as he stared down at the Doctor. ]

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what did you think of New Jupiter and all of the robots that were there?

"The birds there were fair enough -- but why were there abominable snowmen? In London? And why have Presley as King of Earth? Why not Lennon? McCartney? Or hey, Ringo."

[ Yeah, he's still hung up.    And no, he doesn't want to talk about killer robots.       Or 'John Hoover'. ]

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Send me "Ruffle" for my muse's reaction to your muse randomly coming up and running their fingers through mine's hair.

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notmuchofasoldier started following you

   "Doctor? Have you ever thought about making maps for your library? This is the second time I've gotten lost in it. The quest for literacy isn't worth the days of hunger pains from not being able to find the kitchens from it."

[ Oh, that reminds him --- ]

"... your Shakespeare collection might be missing a few pages."

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xninths started following you

  [ That jacket looks awfully familiar. Fitz tugged on the sleeves of his own, putting his hands in his pockets. He'd have to update his wardrobe, then, if it wasn't a distinctive look anymore. Like it ever had been. ]

  "Hey?"

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Finally? Y’know, at this point it’s probably safe to say that happened some time ago.

[The Doctor’s king of cool and aloof, fella, and you have a lot of learning to do if you want to fool an old pro. But the Doctor is excited to see his old friend again, and finds he doesn’t mind letting it show a bit.]

But of course. What else? 

[He snaps his fingers to open the TARDIS doors before disappearing inside, lingering near the doorway.]

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[One learns, when traveling with an alien that changes shape upon 'death', that never should a man be judged by his appearance. But one thing you could always judge a man on was his taste in tea. And though the Doctor's changed his face more times than Fitz feels comfortable asking, at least his taste in tea doesn't seem to.]

  One day we'll run out of Darjeeling and have to make do with other teas. Have you ever had Rooibos? Lapsang souchong?

[His eyebrow quirks at the new trick with the TARDIS doors, but he follows the Doctor obediently.]

  Shall I make it, then, or have you gotten moderately better about forgetting the tea on the kettle?

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[The Doctor can’t help but roll his eyes, however affectionately.]

Oh, so that’s what you’ve been doing. Silly me, should have guessed. I really can’t imagine any situation where you’re too busy for tea, however.

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You really should've -- but I reckon you can't help it. Senility finally setting in, that is.

[He grins playfully and shrugs his shoulders at the offer of tea. There wasn't a time when Fitz would decline a cuppa with the Doctor, but he musn't look too eager. He had appearances to keep, mind you. Keep it cool and aloof, Kreiner.]

Darjeeling, then?

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[Oh, to hell with it. The Doctor’s arms find their way around Fitz, dragging him into a proper hug.]

Not all bad. Yourself, then?

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[Fitz grinned, hugging the Doctor tightly for a moment before stepping back, putting his hands in his pockets.]

Been busy. Intergalactic rockstarring comes with a hefty schedule.

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starlightinhiswake replied to your post:[Touches.]

Hey there, you.

Hey there yourself. How's it?