BILL KEEPS PACE, doesn't falter, she's got a lot of practice with letting jabs go in one ear and out the other, her mother would have said: let it roll off like water on a duck's back, so she does.
( it's kinda telling how you react when you get rejected )
bill shouldn't keep pushing, it's dangerous and stupid, and missy could kill her with her little finger, but there are a million things going through her mind all at once, and sometimes it's just too good to pass up.
“ y'know you're the one the cat in the hat is letting out of the box right now, right ? causing problems on purpose, turning the house upside down. ” nardole is the goldfish, she thinks absentmindedly, which means she's probably one of the children in this hypothetical, which is a bit unfortunate.
she doesn't look at the other, pretending she’s got to watch her step while to avoid fallen debris, shoving her hands in her pockets with a shrug. it's chilling how she can do that: look so much like someone else. ‘suppose that’s the whole thing with time lord’s, being able to change face, gender . . . but they’re still the same person at the end of the day, aren’t they ?
“ — and you did all that for what, just to get a man’s attention ? feels kinda desperate, don’t you think ? ” bill, you really should have shut up about four minutes ago, might as well keep digging that grave then.
gaze flickers to missy once more, eyebrow raising in mock curiosity, as if she’s looking for clarity. “ to be clear, you don't want me to pass it along ? ”
