The Strength Of A Weak Man

[Smirk] S’this your first time meeting yourself, babe? 

Yeah it is to be honest.

In that case, what a lucky occurrence that it happened to be me you met!

[Resists the urge to ask question] What an interesting coincidence.

I go a bit more of shocking rather than interesting. 

[Smirk] S'this your first time meeting yourself, babe? 

[Bows deeply, coming embarrassingly close to toppling over forward] Theta Sigma of Lungbarrow at your service. And you are? 

… [Oh, Rassilon no wonder the familiarity and not because of being Gallifreyan] Theta Sigma of Lungbarrow as well. 

[Resists the urge to ask question] What an interesting coincidence.

[Sticks out his tongue] I’m sexy and I know it~

Point proven~ Do I at least get a name from you?

[Bows deeply, coming embarrassingly close to toppling over forward] Theta Sigma of Lungbarrow at your service. And you are? 

[Raises eyebrows, amused] Don’t I have right to be, when I look this good?

You can ease up about half an inch on it and then you’ll be good to go~

[Sticks out his tongue] I'm sexy and I know it~

[Chuckles] No such thing as too forward when I’m involved.

[Grins] Very arrogant and full of yourself I’m guessing?

[Raises eyebrows, amused] Don't I have right to be, when I look this good?

Not entirely bad looking is a step below drop dead sexy, babe. [Grin]

I thought by saying that would be a bit too forward and I went with the safer route [Smirk] 

[Chuckles] No such thing as too forward when I'm involved.

[Le gasp] I’m trying not to be insulted.

It was actually a compliment, darling. Well more or less of one. 

Not entirely bad looking is a step below drop dead sexy, babe. [Grin]

[Lecherous grin] I can’t blame you if it is your intention of the day. I am gorgeous, after all.

Well…you’re not entirely that bad looking. 

[Le gasp] I'm trying not to be insulted.

Then what the fuck made you think it’d be okay to touch me? [Vaguely malicious, but not outright angry… muted, that’s the word]

I wasn’t paying attention and I walked into you, I’m sorry that touching you was not my intention of the day. 

[Lecherous grin] I can't blame you if it is your intention of the day. I am gorgeous, after all.

You’re a charming character apparently. I didn’t take anything. I didn’t know anyone else was on this type 40 and I was just exploring, honestly. 

Then what the fuck made you think it'd be okay to touch me? [Vaguely malicious, but not outright angry... muted, that's the word]

Been a while...

He shrugged a shoulder, twisting to kick a leg over the arm of the chair (narrowly avoiding hitting anything in the process). Cova’d always been a bit sentimental. He waved a hand in the air non-committally. “How should I know? I’m not exactly one to spend time enjoying the scenery, if you haven’t gathered. We’re close, if you’ve been to his place, you may’ve seen my picture." Theta leaned forward, sticking his hand out to shake in the general direction of her voice. “Theta Sigma."

She grimaced as his foot narrowly missed her poke-a-doted end table lamp. When she let go of her breath, she didn’t realize she had held it as he moved, she let herself notice his features in more detail. The haphazard walking, not noticing her little grins, something….oh. She settled on his glazed eyes, “I see." she grimaced again, bad time to use such words. “I know a Theta Sigma, but you’re nothing like him, you’re more cocky." She said, moving to shake his hand. “Andromeda, you can call me Anna."

Theta snorted out a laugh, sitting back in his chair after shaking her hand, clearly not affected by the wording. It's been a while; he's used to it. "Let me guess, Anna. Cuddly ball of fluff? Literally a boy made out of candy floss? Okay, well, not literally, but a sugar-coated boy nevertheless. Yeah, I'm nothing like Sucre. Two different worlds, me an' him."