[ rory is quite taken aback when she stabs the goth bloke in the heart. he even takes a literal step back, flinching slightly. ]
[ but that disturbance in the force disappears when the bloke on the ground does so, too. ]
Erm, yeah. [ he had forgotten that she was stark naked. no offence meant, granuaile, but when someone saves rory from death — another on his list — he sort of looks them in the face more than … anywhere else. he averts his eyes. ] Maybe you should … get some clothes.
[ his brows pinch at her statement — that he didn't see anything — and before he can even ask what she's on about, she's gone. he blinks, a little taken aback, yet not quite surprised. this is like the doctor, isn't it? here one minute, gone for the next five years. ]
[ rory glances around, awkwardly shifting. ]
I'll wait here for that explanation, then.
[ and so he waits. he's very good at it, rory williams, has had two thousand years of practice of it, actually. waiting five minutes for his lady hero to slip into something less revealing is nothing compared to that. so, he stays, where he is, perhaps shifting a little to the left or right, but never completely out from his spot on the gravel. ]
[ he does drop the wood, however, right by his feet. ]
[After getting her clothes on, grabbing her staff, and dissolving her camouflage, she returns, walking at a normal pace. He hasn't run off screaming or whipped out his cell to Instagram the pile of Fae dust, so she'll put a little trust in him.]
Hey. So that... that was a thing that happened.
[Really not much else that can sum it up, is there?]
That guy was bad news, and obviously not human, which I hope doesn't freak you out to hear? You seem like you've got a good head on your shoulders.
[She nearly adds "Even if you are British," but she refrains. He'd probably think she's being a dumb American, but it comes from having an Irish archdruid. You've got to take the piss out of the British from time to time. That's like, duh obvious.]
oh my god, thank you for linking that cute gif
[ but that disturbance in the force disappears when the bloke on the ground does so, too. ]
Erm, yeah. [ he had forgotten that she was stark naked. no offence meant, granuaile, but when someone saves rory from death — another on his list — he sort of looks them in the face more than … anywhere else. he averts his eyes. ] Maybe you should … get some clothes.
[ his brows pinch at her statement — that he didn't see anything — and before he can even ask what she's on about, she's gone. he blinks, a little taken aback, yet not quite surprised. this is like the doctor, isn't it? here one minute, gone for the next five years. ]
[ rory glances around, awkwardly shifting. ]
I'll wait here for that explanation, then.
[ and so he waits. he's very good at it, rory williams, has had two thousand years of practice of it, actually. waiting five minutes for his lady hero to slip into something less revealing is nothing compared to that. so, he stays, where he is, perhaps shifting a little to the left or right, but never completely out from his spot on the gravel. ]
[ he does drop the wood, however, right by his feet. ]
i thought a visual was necessary. :P
Hey. So that... that was a thing that happened.
[Really not much else that can sum it up, is there?]
That guy was bad news, and obviously not human, which I hope doesn't freak you out to hear? You seem like you've got a good head on your shoulders.
[She nearly adds "Even if you are British," but she refrains. He'd probably think she's being a dumb American, but it comes from having an Irish archdruid. You've got to take the piss out of the British from time to time. That's like, duh obvious.]