[Doctor watches, attention fixed on the screen. Normally he might make a comment about her nudity, but this is important and he wants to take is seriously.]
...Coming out of hibernation, perhaps. Or - no, 'tis closer to a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis.
Hibernation makes sense, I suppose. There were no words in my head, only feelings. [ She doesn't say that the state of mind is similar to her massacre, except for that the only feeling was rage. In this memory she had a range of emotions swimming around, as if trying to decide which would win out. ]
A butterfly, hm? It's nice to be compared to something beautiful. [ As opposed to the monster she is. ]
[ She smiles and rests her head back on his shoulder. Even odd memories are no match for Doctor's compliments. ]
Such a sweet thing to say. I think that line would work very well on me. I would fall helplessly into your arms and look up at you with sad eyes and tell you that you shouldn't say such things, because of course Master has forbidden his servants to be involved... [ bad romance novel description to match the maid outfits is definitely go, and she plays it up nicely. Thank you Kitsu for the melodrama practice. ]
[ She covers her mouth with one hand, ostensibly a scandalized gasp but really she's trying not to laugh. ]
No matter how I try to resist, my willpower is crumbling. How can I possibly manage to clear Master's dinner table when you're filling my head with such thoughts?
That is lucky. And you're equally good at cheering me up. [ Which is some of the reason she wanted him to see that memory, even if it wasn't the biggest part. He accepts her when she feels anything but acceptable. ]
Are you still nibbling? [ She might swoop up the last sandwich if he's not eating it ]
I hope it goes without saying that I'd love to see you anytime. And no more fake breakups unless the Production is behind it. And I don't see any real ones in the near future, either. [ Unless there's a substantial curve ball, but Doctor seems adept at handling those. ]
[He leads her to his room, and as soon as the door is shut and locked, draws her into a sweet, lingering kiss. Nothing too heated, since they can't really follow up on it, but a Real Kiss nonetheless.]
[ Mmm, good man. (Un)fortunately(?) for him, she has Definitions of what a proper kiss is, so while yes sweet and lingering, she doesn't consider a kiss successful unless she's scrambling someone's brain a little: slow and easy but incredibly thorough, and more than a bit of a tease. Even if they can't get her dress off, she wants him to wish she could. ]
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...Coming out of hibernation, perhaps. Or - no, 'tis closer to a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis.
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A butterfly, hm? It's nice to be compared to something beautiful. [ As opposed to the monster she is. ]
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[Not a monster. Never.]
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Such a sweet thing to say. I think that line would work very well on me. I would fall helplessly into your arms and look up at you with sad eyes and tell you that you shouldn't say such things, because of course Master has forbidden his servants to be involved... [ bad romance novel description to match the maid outfits is definitely go, and she plays it up nicely. Thank you Kitsu for the melodrama practice. ]
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[Easily falling into the bad romance melodrama.]
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No matter how I try to resist, my willpower is crumbling. How can I possibly manage to clear Master's dinner table when you're filling my head with such thoughts?
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[...okay, now he's giggling.]
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I'd ask you to enlighten me, but I think I much prefer seeing you laugh. It's nice.
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Are you still nibbling? [ She might swoop up the last sandwich if he's not eating it ]
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[His appetite can't match hers, so he figured the majority of the food was going to her anyway.]
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And thank you for the picnic. It was perfect. [ Even if she does eat too much and apparently hibernates on occasion. ]
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Should we pack up?
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[Putting everything back in the basket, no littering here.]
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Where are we headed?
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[She's being very good, but he likes to spoil her too much.]
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I'll follow your lead, then.
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Aliza, if you kiss me like that long enough, I can't guarantee that dress will survive.
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