*wanders in*

[mme_depompadour]

*looks around*


*looks around again*


Where am I?

Comments

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

*making tea*

*looking at script lying on counter far enough away to stay clean*

*muttering lines under breath*

*completely oblivious to your presence*

[mme_depompadour]

*wanders around*

*spots you*


*smiles*


...David?

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

*not concentrating*

Mmm?

*turns round, still stirring in milk*

...Reinette?

[mme_depompadour]

Umm...

Hi.


*smiles*

Where am I, exactly?

*distracted*
Ooh, tea.

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

*bewildered smile*

My flat.


*slightly confused*

Yeah. I was just... d'you want one?

[mme_depompadour]

Right.

*looks around*

Very nice.

*smiles*
Yes, please.

*pause*

How did I get in your flat?

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

Thanks.


*pours another cup and stirs milk in*
*still very confused, looking quite worried*

God, I don't know. Everything's so strange nowadays this seems almost normal.

What were you doing before you got here?



Two sugars, right?

[mme_depompadour]

Ummm...

I wrote a note to James, gave it to an Ood, and went to the kitchen to make some tea.

*smiles*
Two, yes.

*takes cup*

*sips*

*looks at you*

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

*thoughtfully*

Tea. Hmm. Wonder if that has anything to do with it.

You're in Cardiff, by the way. Welcome to 2006.

*drinks from own cup*

*smiles at you over rim*

[mme_depompadour]

*smiles*

Maybe I was lured by those famous tea making skills of yours.

*drinks*

Sometimes I feel like the only place I ever go is Cardiff. You ever get that?

2006? Really?

Any good?

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. Your desire for a perfect cup of PG Tips brought you to me through space and time.

*grins*

*sips*


Can't say I have. It's a good enough time, I suppose, though I've never been anywhere to compare it, so I couldn't say. There is, really, only one major disadvantage, and that seems to have been cleared up.

*grins again*

[mme_depompadour]

*innocently*
Disadvantage?

*sips*
What would that be?

*puts cup down*

*stares*

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

*smiles*

Lack of you.

*puts cup down and kisses you gently*

[mme_depompadour]

*kisses back*

*smiles*
Well, I'm here now.

*looks around again*
Apparently.

*kisses you again*

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

So you are.

I missed you, Reinette.

*kisses slowly*

*sheepish grin*
Whole place is a bit of a mess, I'm afraid...

*kisses again*

[mme_depompadour]

*kisses*

Well, the kitchen could certainly do with...
*kisses you harder*
...a woman's touch.

*kiss*

*pours another cup of tea*

Show me round, then. As I'm here.

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

*kisses hard*

Oh, I think most of me it could.

*squeezes your hand*

Not much to show, really.
Kitchen.

*points to the other half of the room*

Sofa.

*leads you over and sits down on said sofa*

Bathroom through there. Needs cleaning, actually.

*realises something*
*puts down tea and rushes back over to counter to pick up script*
*rummages around table for other pages*

[mme_depompadour]

*sits*

*smiles*


What are you doing?

*sips tea*

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

It's just occurred to me...

*grabs papers from under pile of mess*

Certain things might be better off...

*shuffles papers into pile*

Not seen.
Like scripts. If you see what I mean.

*smiles at you and puts pile into a drawer*

[mme_depompadour]

*smiles*

Afraid of creating a hyperreal paradox of some sort?

*pats sofa*

I won't look. I promise.

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

I know.

*shuts drawer anyway*

*sits down next to you and picks up tea*
*cuddles you*

[mme_depompadour]

*cuddles back*

For the record, I missed you too. I think I tried to summon you through the medium of tea.

*smiles*

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

*sips tea and looks at you*

You have to rub the kettle and say an incantation, I think. Then I appear in a puff of smoke.

*smiles*

*puts arm round you and kisses your cheek*

[mme_depompadour]

*sips*

I'll try that next time.

*puts cup down*

*strokes your cheek*


*kisses you*

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

*smiles*
*puts own cup down*

*strokes your hair out of your face*

*kisses you slowly, stroking your hair all the time*

*moves one hand slowly down*