[OPEN] If I were someone else...

[comeonthensexy]

Who: The Eleventh Doctor, various castmates and CR and people aka you
What: Eleven is cursed! And very different.
When: Day 511 to 513
Where: All over
Rating: PG for now, will update as needed

((OOC: The actual action will be in threads below. If you want to do something feel free to contact me! AIM @ thetossedone, Tossino or just PM this journal. There will eventually be an open thread or two with scenarios for you to throw your muse at, I hope, but we'll see if I think of any today or not.

Or you could just make up your own scenario! I'll roll with it if I can, and poke you if I can't.))

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[comeonthensexy]

"That is," he agrees, quietly, and lowers his head for a moment. "You should. Not kiss me, and ... go. Probably."

As much as he doesn't want her to. If she thinks she'll kiss him, she should go. Bad idea to stay.

This is a mess.

[sheloves]

"I'll go," she says quietly, her voice not at all firm. "I'll just--"

She turns and she goes, even though it feels like she's tearing herself into pieces. It almost fleeing, somewhere between a walk and a run. It's quite a disaster, really. All of it. Her fingers grip the edge of the door, though, just for a moment. Just the lightest pause where her shoulders tighten as if she's about to go back. Her breath is uneven, but she forces herself out onto the street.

There's a crash too as the mug shatters onto the pavement, the scrape of it as she gathers it up.

She has to go home now, to tell Eight, and she know she's not going to make it through that without falling to pieces. Like the mug.

[comeonthensexy]

The crash makes him flinch, and immediately he's on his feet ready to go pick it up but then. He hesitates. Which feel silly. If he goes there, maybe she'll kiss him. It's not impossible. And that would be ... not quite as planned.

"I can take care of that, you know," he says as he slowly shuffles around the counter. "Don't worry."

[sheloves]

"I...got what I could," she calls back, though her voice breaks. "It'll be fine. My...well, it's all my mess."

And it was, really. Her mess.