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Frippery

"Can I? Please..." Rose batted her eyelashes and smiled adorably.

"No. Now get back to the infirmary." The Doctor ground his teeth and went back to his calculations.

A badly timed visit to a convention had seen them assaulted by the shock troops of high pressure, soft furnishing salesmen. Rose had become accidentally indoctrinated after eating drug laced hors d'oeuvres and had been trying to redecorate the console room ever since.

If he didn't find an antidote soon, he'd be faced with the prospect of strangling Rose in her sleep to escape the nightmare of a Laura Ashley flavoured TARDIS.

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dw100challenge #128: phobia

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redwolf
15th Aug, 2006 21:28 (UTC)
::shudder::