Lounge: 24 January

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

After a bit of negotiation with Biff (i.e. 'Of course, I'm the bloody Doctor, didn't you hear the bloody announcement? Yes, my hair is now red. Is that a PROBLEM?!'), the now ginger Doctor stumbles into the lounge this morning with multiple shopping bags.

They are filled with donuts and Coke and coffee and tea and...junk food, really. From both Britain and America.
And some fruits and vegetables cut up for those who don't fancy that sort of thing. losers With dips.

Ten minutes of fiddling with the sonic screwdriver and a bunch of swearing in multiple languages later, the TV now gets SkyOne, and he settles in to watch some trashy telly.

Comments

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"So I've noticed," Geoff responds dryly, although with a little more humor than he appeared have yesterday. "Glad to see the color's set well," he adds.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"All your fault, mate." Ten grins.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Half my fault," Geoff corrects him, grinning back. "After all, it was your idea and your purchase. I just facilitated."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"Some would say that's what damns you, right there."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"The people who say that have never actually been damned," Geoff replies, with a touch more seriousness in his voice than is probably expected.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Ten's eyes--still the same, regardless of age--meet his for a long moment, and then he nods. "Probably, aye."

Suddenly, he really wishes he was himself again.