#becauseichooseto

110. “ I’m so happy. “

It was probably the exact wrong reaction to the situation, but Frobisher couldn’t help breaking into a grin at what he saw. It was not very sensitive of him, but to catch Braxitel with his metaphorical pants around his ankles (his literal pants would call for a blackout night of drinking, especially if Brax used the word ‘pants’ the way the Doctor used it as opposed to the way Frobisher used it) was a rare treat for Frobisher.

@because-i-choose-to

The promenade was rather busy as usual, the typical daily hustle and bustle Weyoun expected from things. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, at least at first. New faces were a common occurrence since ships docked and left on the daily, yet Weyoun found himself staring at one of the newcomers.

                                                                                  ---Why?

    Still, she leans over the desk, head resting on her palm; the grin on her face is far from the mania happening within her head. She ought to be used to that by now. ❛ Uhh... Donna Noble, Radio Times. Sir, what have y’been doin’ to your mustache to make it stay that-ah way? ❜

“Oi. Look at this.” Her eyes were on the blood stains on the wall. It wasn’t something you saw everyday. Even in London, where there were all kinds of murderers roaming around. She took a glance to the man who was closest, in the alley. Yes, she had been talking to him. She tended to do that a lot, but rarely got a decent response.

“Quite a statement, given our lives.”