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[text] I can’t feel my legs ((We've never interacted, but what a better way to start than with some angst? :) ))
[text] Sorry, who's using this number?
[The number's still saved on his phone. Of course it is. But how's it getting to him at this point in this timeline? Has to be someone messing with him. It has to--unless...]
[text] ...Who are you?
"I won't let you be on your own, not when you like this."
"Rose, I’m fine," he tried to assure her, pulling himself to his feet and promptly staggering back down. "Well, maybe not. But I will be. Time Lord and all that. Go and explore the TARDIS. I think she’s made a new swimming pool." he wheedled, trying to convince her to go.
*sneaks into your inbox to plot all the things*
NOT SNEAKY ENOUGH *tackles* What did you have in mind?
How have I not come across you before? You are simply fabulous darling. :)
//Oh my goodness, nooooo… But thank you! You are the sweetest! :3
[I’m not blushing you’re blushing]
+5
"Blimey-- What year is it?!"
[text] I can’t feel my legs
SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING TEXTS TO SEE HOW THEY REACT (Panic version)
[text] Want me to come over and stroke them until you feel something?
*Loves you from a distance*
WHY BBY CMERE GET CLOSER
§ ((Hi!))
Send me §, for my muse’s reaction to your’s slowly slipping a knife into their chest.
“Guh.”
The rough expulsion of air was all the Doctor could get out as Rose jammed the knife into his stomach. His knees went out instantly, and he was on the ground before he could fully question what was going on.
Rose. Rose had stabbed him. Why the hell had Rose stabbed him?
"Rose?" His eyes were wide and pain-filled as he tilted his head up to look at her standing over him. Why? He wanted to ask, but it seemed too cliche. Anyways he was sure he had done something to deserve it.
He deserved whatever he had coming to him.
