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The Doctor was fixing the TARDIS, again, and suddenly Rose walked into the console room.
"Rose, you look..." The Doctor was suddenly reminded of a very scary Christmas from the past. He grinned. "Beautiful."
She was wearing a long light to amythyst purplish coloured dress. It fit tight at the top, and had a green any trim of sorts. There was a corset in the back of it, and the skirt was flowing. It was sleevless, but sort of hung off the shoulders, too.
Her hair was up in ringlets, but is cascaded downward. Her shoes were sandle-like, and laced up to mid calf.
The TARDIS key hung round her neck, but this time you could really see it. It just looked like jewelry. She had on silver drop earrings with stars, a matching necklace, and a silver comb in her hair. Her makeup was light, and she hheld a shimmering green pouch, which matched teh green it her dress. It was a bright, vibrant emerald green.
She also had a thin gossamer-like wrap, and it hung on her arms.
She looked like a fairy.
"Considering..." Rose began, and stopped, expectantly.
The Doctor shrugged, pretending not to know what she was talking about. A complete fool he'd been back then. To say that. How rude? 'Considering that you're a human'? Polite. Not that he in his tenth incarnation was known for politeness, but this was ROSE. Not somebody, but ROSE. So he pretended not to know what she was talking about.
"Considering what, Rose?"
"Considering that I'm a human..." She mumbled.
The Doctor grinned, the said seriously, "No. Not that. Just... beautiful."
Rose just stared, shocked. She repleid, "Uh, well, uh... thanks. Yeah." A beat. Then, "Really?"
"Really."
"Bu... really.... beautiful--- you know, nevermind. Forget it. Just. Thanks."
"You're welcome," He said, trying not to grin. He stood up, and walked out of the room.
"Where're ya goin'?" Rose asked him.
"I'm going to change clothes." He looked down at himself and grinned. "I don't think they dressed in converse shoes in 1899."
"Since when would that stop you?"
She was right, he knew. But this was different. "I won't be long." He said by way of reply, turning around, and grinning widely. "I hope this works..." He said to himself.
He ran off happily to the wardrobe, humming the same tune he sang when in France. And he wondered why everyone thought he'd been with Madame Pompadour. She'd kissed him, yes. And they'd danced. That was it. Just danced.
Speaking of dancing... he needed to brush up on his Tango.
"Rose, you look..." The Doctor was suddenly reminded of a very scary Christmas from the past. He grinned. "Beautiful."
She was wearing a long light to amythyst purplish coloured dress. It fit tight at the top, and had a green any trim of sorts. There was a corset in the back of it, and the skirt was flowing. It was sleevless, but sort of hung off the shoulders, too.
Her hair was up in ringlets, but is cascaded downward. Her shoes were sandle-like, and laced up to mid calf.
The TARDIS key hung round her neck, but this time you could really see it. It just looked like jewelry. She had on silver drop earrings with stars, a matching necklace, and a silver comb in her hair. Her makeup was light, and she hheld a shimmering green pouch, which matched teh green it her dress. It was a bright, vibrant emerald green.
She also had a thin gossamer-like wrap, and it hung on her arms.
She looked like a fairy.
"Considering..." Rose began, and stopped, expectantly.
The Doctor shrugged, pretending not to know what she was talking about. A complete fool he'd been back then. To say that. How rude? 'Considering that you're a human'? Polite. Not that he in his tenth incarnation was known for politeness, but this was ROSE. Not somebody, but ROSE. So he pretended not to know what she was talking about.
"Considering what, Rose?"
"Considering that I'm a human..." She mumbled.
The Doctor grinned, the said seriously, "No. Not that. Just... beautiful."
Rose just stared, shocked. She repleid, "Uh, well, uh... thanks. Yeah." A beat. Then, "Really?"
"Really."
"Bu... really.... beautiful--- you know, nevermind. Forget it. Just. Thanks."
"You're welcome," He said, trying not to grin. He stood up, and walked out of the room.
"Where're ya goin'?" Rose asked him.
"I'm going to change clothes." He looked down at himself and grinned. "I don't think they dressed in converse shoes in 1899."
"Since when would that stop you?"
She was right, he knew. But this was different. "I won't be long." He said by way of reply, turning around, and grinning widely. "I hope this works..." He said to himself.
He ran off happily to the wardrobe, humming the same tune he sang when in France. And he wondered why everyone thought he'd been with Madame Pompadour. She'd kissed him, yes. And they'd danced. That was it. Just danced.
Speaking of dancing... he needed to brush up on his Tango.
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