#brazenlass

“So, wait, hold on-- you took on how many people at once? And because of-- what?”

“Let me take you home, girl.  Something's in the air.”

HE’S GONNA CRY. THE TEARS ARE COMIN’.

“Oh we don’t have many visitors here,” That Orryxian said stretching out slowly on the tree branch where he had been resting. “Mostly traders coming to trade for kumys. Are you here for that? You don’t look like a trader.”

“With that in mind, is there anywhere in particular you would like to go? And before you offer an interjection about my inability to steer the TARDIS, I’m sure the old girl will co-operate if we coax her in the right way.”

   ❛ scientific literacy is an intellectual vaccine against the claims of charlatans who would seek to exploit ignorance. ❜

    He’s come to enjoy her company. He finds himself (though he wouldn’t likely openly admit it) looking forward to their occasional sharing of fries and whatnot, and chatting.  She had wisdom for one so young– the thought alone saddened him a little (what must she have gone through for her to seemingly mature so quickly–?) but he never voiced it. Tried his best not to let it show either– he had a feeling she wouldn’t be a fan of looks of pity or sadness from adults. He had enough respect for the young lady to at least make an effort to TRY not to be a condescending bastard.       “True…”  he nods– then glances over at her with a bit of a playful glint to his eye. “….Plans are nice, though.”  a tick of silence.       “– Have I ever told you what I do for work…? I guard important things and people. And… you can never plan for whatever shit comes your way. It’s maddening, at times. You have to be able to be rash sometimes. It’s like a skill. ”