I'll get there someday

Capaldi’s love of cussing and 900 years of experience create the sassiest Doctor Yet.

Created by Leigh Lahav

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His own light eyes met with her dark ones, reaching, trying to find something within them that would make her quiver and fall underneath him, a small little spark of weakness she showed, he’d step right back into the game, call the winning shots. Jay almost lost the will to stay calm when she sent that grin, wanting to just claw it right off.

“He. Preferably," Jay corrected, “Should I tell you? Or are you just going to stand there in wonder as to what I am exactly?" 

His type weren’t known like most chose to be, they worked silently, diligently, those who slipped up were never seen again. Jay made the mistake of allowing himself to become target practice from the last few who walked ways with his old organization. 

"You won’t figure it out," he answered, letting his distinct luminous eyes lock onto her form and stay there.

But she wasn’t sure she did. Kailee hesitated, if just for a second, letting out a small chuckle. “I’ve met the King of Hell, sassed him, and walked away. Your friend doesn’t begin to scare me." She straightened her back, still trying to make herself bigger despite herself. Kailee gritted her teeth, a small grin touching her lips.

"I don’t need to figure it out. I know how to trap and kill just about anything, I’m sure I could trap you long enough to do the research." It wasn’t like Kailee to taunt her hunt, but then, she never had them in such a precarious situation before. She raised an eyebrow at him, still trying to read him. Something said an offshoot of demon, judging by his attitude problem. But he could just be a fresh or shy shifter. She squinted at him. 

"Go on, tell me, then. All mighty creature, afraid of a hunter half your size. Tell me." 

"Oh, how cute of you, Princess," Jay knew it was dangerous to keep playing games with her like this, to not just get the hell out of there instead of sticking around, but he didn't feel the need to stop, "If I tell you, what are the chances of you jumping at me? 100% or 99.9%?"

Stubborn legs found their want to move again and he slipped two steps back away from her, personal space maniac he was, she was a little too close for comfort. Once he had her convinced he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, he'd make a run for it. As long as the sunlight kept itself away, Jay would be able to make a grand escape. That or at least a successful one.

Eyes never leaving hers as those two small steps leapt him farther away from her and more into his own comfort zone, he pondered which direction to rush off into.

"Don’t apologize, just watch where you’re fucking going." he spat, glaring down at the younger male with pure malice written in his bright eyes. He wasn’t going to lie and say that he wasn’t in the least bit curious as to why the kid was rushing through like he just killed a man, but he wasn’t in the mood to pester either.

"What the hell are you doing anyway?" he blinked, stepping in front of the wolf to block his way. "Bumping into people, running like you've just robbed a bank. Scared of something, hmm?" 

The half breed never bothered to let it go when he could tell that something or someone wasn't entirely human, seeing as he wasn't either a normal spark ran through his curiosity.

Isaak felt himself wanting to give in, but feeling the urge boil deep within  him to convince Jess to just keep the jacket to herself, have it if she wants all in all that wouldn’t bother him. Yet, those eyes…her face…he could feel his heart rate almost completely drop to nothing when he captured that look she pulled off flawlessly. He didn’t understand how she did it, didn’t want to…Isaak wanted to just pull her into the biggest hug, cuddle cuddle cuddle, nothing was more adorable than what he was witnessing at that very moment.

He fought hard to not give in, “Maybe we can find somewhere warm!" he suggested coolly.

On the other hand, feeling her touch against his when she pulled his hands away that concealed his beat red stupid face, managed to shock him even more. If this went on, he was going to need an ambulance. Coat or not, his entire body was lit up like a bon-fire. Something warm coiled inside his stomach and threatened to explode at any given moment, he wasn’t sure if it was excitement or a fear-like emotion that provoked it, he felt himself becoming addicted at first glance. Isaak could barely register what she was saying…his sleeper…his…if this was to be the case, he’d stay in New York for as long as she was there!

His mouth was having trouble finding words to give her, he’d open it, but nothing would ramble out as usual. Closing, opening, closing, opening…he needed to say something…anything now would be great! 

Knowing that what he’d accidentally spewed out didn’t offend her felt warming, that she wasn’t taking it in the wrong direction…well at least not trying to, he’d admit to himself that wink and slight suggestive end made him fidget in his seat. If Isaak had stopped breathing soon, he wouldn’t be surprised.

A victorious look danced across her features as she realised that her puppy dog face seemed to be working. On hearing his suggestion she nodded enthusiastically deciding she could settle for what seemed to be middle ground on the jacket situation, “Sure! Good idea!" Within half a second she dropped the puppy dog face and was back to regular smiling Jess, “That way you won’t have to stock up on soup."

Her eyes surveyed him gently as she watched his mouth open and close a few times seemingly struggling for words and he squirmed a little in his seat. Catching her lip between her teeth she bit back another giggle figuring he was clearly struggling enough without her adding more words to the situation. Jess couldn’t deny the strange butterflies she was experiencing though, ones that didn’t seem to just want to stick to her belly and instead were fluttering freely throughout her entire being leaving her skin tingling faintly.

He seemed to be shocked by her touch and her words so much so that it shocked Jess herself, she was unused to dealing with guys who didn’t just stare at her like a piece of meat, she almost wasn’t entirely sure how to go about anything.  What would he think if he knew what her ‘odd jobs’ really were? Was touching his hands even okay? Or did it make her seem like she was throwing herself at him? It seemed to be okay, aside from the fact that  his blush just seemed to be worse than ever- something that Jess found absolutely endearing. The conclusion Jessica came to was that she should probably try not to over think it, or even think at all, thinking wasn’t her forte anyway.

"I'm not...staying far. If I remember correctly...I'm just four or less buildings away from it, yeah?" he should've really kept track of the name before setting out on an adventure.

Isaak couldn't lie in saying he'd love to share emails and phone-calls with her, end up seeing each other in a different place like in some silly story, anything that would keep the communication going. A small little bit of him hoped that somehow he'd be able to keep her around, or she'd want to keep him around, traveling together or whatever made them both happy. It was something he knew wasn't going to happen anytime soon, or ever for that matter, yet he was a dreamer, and he was a dreamer that made things happen whether the universe led him in a another direction or not.

"That'd be nice." He answered, feeling the blush from his face fade slightly as his hand held onto Jess' own a little tighter, "Though I never get to use the phone often, or internet for that...I'm sure we'll find a way." 

The Werewolf walked out of a guitar shop, he had been finding ways to entertain himself.  He looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting dark.  Really dark.  He’d be transforming soon.  The male hurried through the crowd of people as he darted down the street.  He wanted to get away from them as quick as possible.  He didn’t want to harm anyone.  While screaming profanities in his head, he ended up tripping and knocking someone over.  "S-Sorry.." He stuttered.

"Don't apologize, just watch where you're fucking going." he spat, glaring down at the younger male with pure malice written in his bright eyes. He wasn't going to lie and say that he wasn't in the least bit curious as to why the kid was rushing through like he just killed a man, but he wasn't in the mood to pester either.