Here, it's a bit muddled. Like we're constantly moving through strawberry jam. Though I suppose you tend to lose track of time completely when you get focused on your little projects.
[she loves all of his little things he's dedicated himself to back on the station though, his projects always fun and useful somehow.]
Do you want to know what I appreciate the most now that we're not underwater?
Lips.
Your lips in specific. I don't have a craving for any random man's lips.
It's just, I couldn't kiss you when you were a fish and I was some sort of hairy otter monstrosity. And your lips are brilliant.
Suppose this is all an elaborate way of letting you know I'll be popping by the lab in a bit to spend some time with you. We don't even have to kiss. Promise!
Naughty boy, over here talking about going wild. You know what that sort of talk does to me.
[She's missed this kind of ridiculous banter. It's hard to do any sort of flirtatious banter when you're playing out the little mermaid.]
Tell you what. I'll pop by the lab, keep you company while you try to impress me with both your lips and whatever it is you're working on. We'll talk waffles after you promise not to get me all sticky this time.
And it certainly has been a bit of an adjustment, being very, very small and very, very fishy. But he did get a lovely scarf and a strange little artifact from the whole affair, so perhaps it wasn't all bad. ]
[She just lets him think that, and doesn't respond. Instead, she finishes up in her garden and makes her way over toward the labs. Clara finds him at his little work station, of course, and hops up to sit on the table as she watches him do his thing. Her legs dangle and swing, and she waits for just the right moment to reach out to grab him by the shirt and tug him in close for a kiss.]
You don't still think you're in the right, do you?
[ As if a small few minutes of time between messages would change that. He's over two thousand years old now. His stance on waffles has been spoken, and it remains very firm.
But he does like the way she's tugged him in close, so he can relent to it, momentarily abandoning the whosit he's been tinkering with to kiss her back. ]
[Even as she says it, her nose wrinkles up, and she's left softly laughing as she steals another kiss. They're practically in public here, so she feels the need to restrain herself from that point on, clearing her throat as she leans back a bit.]
You know, I'm still bothered by the fact Degar didn't turn me into a mermaid. I'm starting to think he doesn't like me.
[ Not that he's ever spoken with the Commander, but those brief moments that he'd appear to retrieve the orb he seemed like the sort of bloke Clara would, indeed get along with.
He leans in to teasingly boop her crinkled nose with a finger before he, too, steps back. ]
But you might need to speak with him about that. [ Said oh-so-seriously. ] Suppose he did have some idea of what we all might look like in our fishy forms.
[Her nose wrinkles up even more at that boop, and she laughs because of it. The fact that the Doctor is sending her to set Degar straight cracks her up, because he knows exactly what he's unleashing. Of course, she has no real intention of wasting the man's time with something so petty.]
Suppose he did.
[That's all she has to say about that, at least for now. Her eyes glance over toward his workstation, and she reaches over to pick up what she figures is a spare part.]
[ Yes. Yes, he was working on something rather clever just now, wasn't he? Before the interruption and the waffle-talk, and the kissing.
He looks to the bits and bobs and their little wind-y, whirl-y parts, and he frowns just a little, tapping a screwdriver against the top of the metal-and-other-materials thingamabob.
He supposes he does owe a better answer, or an answer at all. ]
Just an experiment, really — I'm not sure yet. But it'll be brilliant when it's done.
[Her expression softens into something warm and a little awestruck. Sometimes it's a little humbling to know that her man really is a mad screaming genius. Even if she likes to keep him humble and tell him he isn't.
This isn't one of those occasions, though. Now she just looks on at him with great fondness as she sets the spare part aside.]
You are a clever boy, aren't you? I don't have any doubt that it will be.
[She moves to take a few little steps away from his desk then, hand held out for him.]
Come along, then. I think I hear waffles calling our names.
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Here, it's a bit muddled. Like we're constantly moving through strawberry jam. Though I suppose you tend to lose track of time completely when you get focused on your little projects.
[she loves all of his little things he's dedicated himself to back on the station though, his projects always fun and useful somehow.]
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so i've been touching everything
suppose time got away from me then
i rather missed them while we were under water for a whole two months, you know
hands i mean
not time
well, time too maybe
time with hands
and a nose!
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Lips.
Your lips in specific. I don't have a craving for any random man's lips.
It's just, I couldn't kiss you when you were a fish and I was some sort of hairy otter monstrosity. And your lips are brilliant.
Suppose this is all an elaborate way of letting you know I'll be popping by the lab in a bit to spend some time with you. We don't even have to kiss. Promise!
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never thought i'd say that, eh? but there we have it
clara oswald, i miss the kissing!
i did miss eating things too
things that were not leafy and slimy
how about we do a little bit of kissing and then we make a stack of waffles? really go wild
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[She's missed this kind of ridiculous banter. It's hard to do any sort of flirtatious banter when you're playing out the little mermaid.]
Tell you what. I'll pop by the lab, keep you company while you try to impress me with both your lips and whatever it is you're working on. We'll talk waffles after you promise not to get me all sticky this time.
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And it certainly has been a bit of an adjustment, being very, very small and very, very fishy. But he did get a lovely scarf and a strange little artifact from the whole affair, so perhaps it wasn't all bad. ]
no promises, clara
a dry waffle is a very wrong waffle
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And I think you just gave me the perfect quote for your cross stitch gift.
That being said?
There's nothing wrong with dry waffles.
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there is plenty wrong with a dry waffle
did you know hermann gottlieb ate them like that? completely dry as a bone until i sort of had to scold him a bit
and then! and then, do you know what he did???
put a bit of butter on it!
like that was the answer!
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Doctor, I don't know what to do with you sometimes.
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[ hUFFS ]
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You don't still think you're in the right, do you?
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[ As if a small few minutes of time between messages would change that. He's over two thousand years old now. His stance on waffles has been spoken, and it remains very firm.
But he does like the way she's tugged him in close, so he can relent to it, momentarily abandoning the whosit he's been tinkering with to kiss her back. ]
Being non-fishy is quite brilliant, isn't it?
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[Even as she says it, her nose wrinkles up, and she's left softly laughing as she steals another kiss. They're practically in public here, so she feels the need to restrain herself from that point on, clearing her throat as she leans back a bit.]
You know, I'm still bothered by the fact Degar didn't turn me into a mermaid. I'm starting to think he doesn't like me.
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[ Not that he's ever spoken with the Commander, but those brief moments that he'd appear to retrieve the orb he seemed like the sort of bloke Clara would, indeed get along with.
He leans in to teasingly boop her crinkled nose with a finger before he, too, steps back. ]
But you might need to speak with him about that. [ Said oh-so-seriously. ] Suppose he did have some idea of what we all might look like in our fishy forms.
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Suppose he did.
[That's all she has to say about that, at least for now. Her eyes glance over toward his workstation, and she reaches over to pick up what she figures is a spare part.]
What is it you're working on, exactly?
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[ Yes. Yes, he was working on something rather clever just now, wasn't he? Before the interruption and the waffle-talk, and the kissing.
He looks to the bits and bobs and their little wind-y, whirl-y parts, and he frowns just a little, tapping a screwdriver against the top of the metal-and-other-materials thingamabob.
He supposes he does owe a better answer, or an answer at all. ]
Just an experiment, really — I'm not sure yet. But it'll be brilliant when it's done.
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This isn't one of those occasions, though. Now she just looks on at him with great fondness as she sets the spare part aside.]
You are a clever boy, aren't you? I don't have any doubt that it will be.
[She moves to take a few little steps away from his desk then, hand held out for him.]
Come along, then. I think I hear waffles calling our names.