#randomthunk

‘Fun’ led them to the market, which was in a little bit of a disarray when they arrived. Prudence immediately took off towards the most lethal looking stall, which was full of various sharp and pointy objects. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Corazón disappear, presumably to make use of the last bits of chaos from whatever had happened before they had arrived.

Letting all thoughts of her partner for the day leave her brain, Prudence started looking over at what this stall had to offer. There were a few bigger weapons that she looked at with some interest (they would be such a great benefit to her rage), but they weren’t elegant enough to really fit her aesthetic. In the middle of the table were a collection of sharp knives and daggers that her eyes kept getting drawn back to.

Idly casting detect magic (and how good it felt to be able to do that again), her eye was immediately drawn to a stiletto dagger in the middle of the table, which was just pulsating with energy.

“Are you going to, like, buy something or what?” the bored voice of the shopkeeper asked her.

“Can I try out that dagger in the middle?” She asked.

“Huh? Yeah, whatever. Just don’t steal it or anything.”

Picking it up, Prudence couldn’t help but let a grin spread over her face. The dagger was perfectly balanced in every way-- in fact it was perfect in every way. “How much for this, then?” she asked.

“That? 500 gold pieces.” The shopkeeper was still looking at her nails.

Prudence deflated. There was no way the party would be okay with her spending that much. She put the knife back on the table, but kept eyeing it, debating how much work it would be to just take it.

“Prudence!” Corazón said joyfully, walking up to her with his arms full. “Would you like any of these delicious artisan meats?”

“Sure,” she said, absentmindedly taking one.

“What do we have here, anything good?” he asked her.

“Nope,” she said.

“Really?” he asked skeptically. “Because you’ve been standing here for quite a while, and usually you would have left in disgust at this point.”

She glared at him. “Honestly, it’s all rubbish,” she said, “waste of my time.”

“Okay, if you say so,” he said. “Although if you really wanted something, I’m sure that we could afford it.”

“I said IT’S FINE,” she hissed at him before storming off towards the tavern. She needed a drink.

********

Corazón met up with Prudence just outside the tavern, which she was staring at for some reason. That reason became clear when the noises from inside the tavern drifted out as someone else entered-- specifically the sound of two familiar voices and the even more familiar sound of chaos.

“Oh, great,” Corazón said. “There goes our relaxing day.”

“Hm.”

“Hm? What do you mean ‘hm’?” he asked, pointing dramatically at the tavern. “That doesn’t exactly sound relaxing.”

“Yes, but this isn’t the only place to get drinks,” she reminded him.

He thought for a moment before sighing. “You want to go to the nice restaurant.” When she nodded, he threw up his hands. “But Prudence! It will be expensive! They’ll expect us to actually pay! Please, think this through!!!”

“I have thought this through,” she told him. “I’ve thought that I don’t want to go in there.” She pointed at the tavern for illustration, where a conveniently timed crash happened for emphasis.

Corazón sighed. “Pirates don’t do fancy establishments,” he told her.

She took off walking. “Okay, I’ll go by myself then,” she said. “There might be someone I meet along the way who would want to get a nice dinner with me.”

He jogged up to her. “I never said I didn’t want to get dinner with you!” he said.

“Oh good,” she took his arm. “Then you can buy me something nice.”

Looking down at the top of her head, he smiled. “Don’t push your luck too far, I never agreed to pay.”

*******

Dinner went well. Appetizers had been served, main dishes had been critiqued, and dinner was on its way out when music started and other people in the restaurant got up and made their way to the dance floor.

Corazón watched as they started to dance and scoffed. “Honestly, look at those idiots,” he said, never taking his eyes off the couples as he started moving his finger to the beat of the music.

“Why, because they’re dancing?” Prudence asked.

“Because they’re dancing horribly!” He said. “Honestly, look at that form! Dob could do better than that-- and I definitely could do better than that!”

Prudence took a sip of her wine, hiding a smile. “You’re sure about that, are you?”

“Am I sure about that?” He rolled his eyes. “Believe me, Prudence, I could dance circles around anyone in this restaurant-- no, around anyone in this town!” He sat back in his seat. “Honestly, ‘am I sure about that.’”

“Well then,” she said, setting her wine down, “You’ll just have to prove it to me.”

His eyes went wide. “Pro-- prove it to you!” he let out a shaky laugh. “I don’t need to prove it to you-- if anything, you should prove your dance skills to me!” He nodded decisively. “Yeah, Prudence, why don’t you prove your dance skills to me?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Okay,” she told him simply.

“What?” His eyes went wide. “What do you mean ‘okay’?”

“Okay, I’ll prove it to you,” she said. “Let’s dance.”

“You’re joking,” he told her.

“Well, unless you can’t dance after all,” she told him.

He stood up suddenly. “I am going to dance with you so hard you see stars!” he told her, holding out her hand.

“I’m sure you will.”

Still holding onto her hand, he led her out onto the dance floor as a tango started, pulling her into a picture perfect position and desperately trying to remember the steps of the tango-- for some reason, it was hard to focus when she was so close. He was so busy running through the steps in his head that he didn’t notice how quiet they were.

“You know, you’re right,” she said, breaking the silence. “You are a very good dancer.”

He smirked confidently down at her. “I told you so,” he said.

“But I think you’re overlooking some of the benefits of being not so perfect,” she continued.

He raised a confused eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean this,” she said with a smile, allowing herself to drift even closer so they were pressed together.

Corazón’s steps stuttered as she pressed closer to him, and he started moving with less confidence. “Prudence,” he said softly so only she could hear. “What are we doing?”

“Do you trust me?” she asked him.

Corazón didn’t even have to think about it. “More than anyone.”

“Then just keep doing that,” she told him, pressing her face to his chest.

*******

As they walked down the path back to the ship (Corazón had ended up paying), Corazón grabbed Prudence’s hand. “Wait,” he told her, bringing her to a stop.

“What is it?” she asked, turning to face him.

“I know you said you didn’t want anything, but here,” he said, slipping out the dagger from earlier and shoving it into her hands. “You were obviously into it.”

She looked down at the dagger. “Please tell me you didn’t pay full price for this.”

“What?” he scoffed. “No. I nicked it. The shopkeeper was absolutely oblivious.”

“I don’t know what to say,” she told him.

“Don’t say anything.” When she went to open her mouth, he continued. “Really, don’t say anything. Let’s just agree to never bring it up again.”

“If you say so,” they made their way up to the ship. “Well, thank you so much for the lovely date,” Prudence told him.

Corazón stopped in his tracks. “Date?” he asked, his voice rising. “What do you mean, ‘date’?”

“Oh Corazón, you really are an idiot sometimes,” she said, shaking her head and grinning.

“What?” He sputtered, “I am the smartest member of the--”

He was cut off by her lips.

“You kissed me,” he said when she had pulled back.

“Well,” she smirked, “I certainly didn’t kiss myself.”

With that, she pressed her lips against his again. Corazón froze for a moment before slowly lifting his definitely not shaking hands to brush against her cheeks. When she didn’t pull back, he relaxed down into her, giving her the angle she needed to wrap her arms around his back.

After a few moments, Prudence pulled back and smiled almost shyly at him. “Have a good night, Corazón,” she said before walking into her room.

Corazón watched her go with his mouth half open before he closed it into a smile, reaching up to rest his hand on the back of his head. Suddenly, there came a rustle from above and the cat form of Merilwen jumped down to sit in front of him. If a cat could smirk, she was definitely making the facial impression.

The Doctor also didn’t display his usual eagerness because Clara didn’t find him at the controls of his spaceship. Instead, he was sitting cross-legged somewhere half beneath the console, the remnants of his amplifier strewn all over the place around him.

Clara cleared her throat. “Um, am I interrupting something?” she asked.

When the Doctor looked up, he was visibly surprised to see her there. A frown deepened on his face. “Is it Wednesday already?”

She shrugged and it was obvious how inconvenient that fact seemed to him right now. Now, he would have to leave his tinkering and go on an adventure, but before his disappointment grew too big, Clara decided to intervene.

“You can keep on tinkering with that thing,” she told him, nodded towards the single parts of what had once been his amplifier.

The Doctor raised his eyebrows further. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty beat. I’ll just grab a book or maybe take a nap.”

That was another thing the time machine was absolutely useful for- catching up on sleep without actually losing any time. Some days, Clara thought the Doctor was the best thing that could have ever happened to her. On other days… not so much.

Finally, the Doctor seemed to have realised that she meant it and continued to focus on the amplifier, pointing his screwdriver at it with a focus she loved seeing on him. As long as he focused on fixing stuff, he wasn’t rude to anyone and he couldn’t get them in trouble. Or at least that was what she hoped.

Clara started her spare time with a long bath in the TARDIS whirlpool, a recent addition that she had come to love quite a lot because it always left her relaxed and refreshed which was probably due to the alien bath supplements. Maybe she could nick some of them for her tub at home? A warm, cosy robe wrapped around her body, Clara made her way into the kitchen, grabbed one of the snacks that lay ready, already waiting for her. Then, she walked back to the console room to read that book she had left in the TARDIS last Wednesday. While she settled in the Doctor’s armchair, he was still busy with the amplifier even though he had managed to reassemble it by now, yet when he hooked the device up to his guitar, the notes that came out of it almost burst her eardrums.

“Ow!” Clara complained loudly.

“Sorry!” the Doctor called up. “I’m trying to fix that.”

“Emphasis on try or fix?” she teased. Even though her eyes were focused on the book, she could hear the Doctor chuckle.

Every once in a while, Clara glanced down, watching the Doctor dissemble and reassemble the broken amplifier, followed by a failed attempt to see whether it was working and Clara kind of admired the calm that had settled over the usually hectic Time Lord who skipped around the room like a child on a sugar rush. It was strangely endearing to see him so lost in one task. Luckily for her, because her sense of adventure still hadn’t returned.

She didn’t know how many hours had passed when she heard the right chords at last, following by the Doctor’s triumphant voice. It made her smile, but it almost made her yawn a little. The tiredness finally made her put the book down and walk down the stairs to where the Doctor was pressing a kiss to his beloved kiss.

“I want to kiss it to death!” he exclaimed, the happiness over fixing his amplifier audible in his voice.

In response, Clara also left a kiss on the Doctor’s curly head and chuckled. “Want to kiss something else?”

The Doctor turned his head upwards, smiling at her, letting her know that he was anything but uninterested.

“I’m going to sleep. Want to come with?” she asked him.

His smile widened as he scrambled back to his feet and before she knew what was happening, the Doctor bent back down. Just before he could meet her lips, Clara stopped him and held him at a distance.

“Maybe not kiss me to death though,” she argued with a shrug.