" what are you doing DOOWN HEREEEE ??? you are SUPPOSED to be UP there !!!! 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 !! who brought you down ? " ( @regenaerate )
“ oh, don’t give me that look, doctor – I could very well ask the same thing about you ! what has got you so attached to this particular world? ”
arms remain folded over her chest ( clothed in rags she has collected along the way, no traces of stardust gown remain on her body by now, it has dissipated with the morning light ), and as she offers the other a quirk of her brow, a cant of her head, she simply shrugs her shoulders, turns her back to the doctor as if she were not interested in explaining things at all.
They are old acquaintances without even being friends at all – she has watched the doctor exist for centuries, even eons before her time ( she will not admit it to his face, but she finds his mere existence to be fascinating ). thus, when she speaks again, her tone softens, scrunching of her nose has loosened and as she glances at the other from her shoulder, she feels her annoyance slowly swaying away.
“ perhaps I simply wish to spend a few moments in this earth as well, ” she will not confess to him to have been knocked over from the sky by the mere desires of humanity as a whole ( indeed, the notion is far too embarrassing, and she will not have the doctor laughing at her expense ), instead, Yvaine remains vague, counters with another question ( she’s observed humans for far too long, she knows by now how to operate like one, and hopes that her words confuse the good doctor ), “ do you have any idea how many humans have begged me for things on new year’s eve? I very well think I deserve a day or too off ! ”