[ In the very wee hours of the morning, her leather clad Doctor will find one (1) Rose Tyler crawling into his bed. Or well, he might notice the dim light she's casting, rather than she herself. And it's not really her that's casting it, either.
It's this nifty little thing that she picked up. Something she's got in her hands, beaming away like an idiot. Or like a child on Christmas morn, waking parents at an ungodly hour. No, she didn't want to wait. It wouldn't have worked well in the morning light, okay. ]
[He blinks, bleary-eyed. Oh, there's a light. It's swimming in front of him. It's a lovely blob, and it takes a few moments of irritation for it to come into focus in the dark.
Oh, there's a person behind it. He sits up slowly, scrubbing a hand over his eyes.]
[He sits up---what a weird week it's been, after that curse and the talk and was there still an awkward space between them? Whatever it was, he immediately forgot it as he lifted his hand to the light.]
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Christmas Gift!
It's this nifty little thing that she picked up. Something she's got in her hands, beaming away like an idiot. Or like a child on Christmas morn, waking parents at an ungodly hour. No, she didn't want to wait. It wouldn't have worked well in the morning light, okay. ]
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Oh, there's a person behind it. He sits up slowly, scrubbing a hand over his eyes.]
...Rose?
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Hello.
[ She lets him rub the sleep from himself, slowly rolling the glowing sphere between her hands. ]
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[He sits up---what a weird week it's been, after that curse and the talk and was there still an awkward space between them? Whatever it was, he immediately forgot it as he lifted his hand to the light.]