| Date: 16 December 2007
Characters: Brant Hysmith, The Ninth Doctor Location: hotel hallway, hotel dining room Link to IJ: thread #10157 |
 Brant had eventually gotten some sleep. He stumbled out of his room, disshelved and rubbing his eyes, and right into what felt like a leather wall. He actually bounced back into the wall, dropped his hand and glared. Or tried to glare, since he wasn't nearly awake enough to glare.
"Wow, your ears are huge," he said, as he tried to recover. "But your coat's fantastic." He'd gotten some sleep. He had not woken up, yet. |
 "Wow, your mouth is huge, but your ...oh wait," he growled without any actual anger in that. He held out a hand to help steady Brant. |
| "My cock is every bit as big as my mouth, but gets me in much less trouble." He leaned against the hand while he yawned. "Who are you? How long have you been here? Do you know how you got here?"
He was on auto-pilot, but a couple of meetings and he was developing a routine. |
| "Your cockiness certainly is," the Doctor steadied him gently, "How about you wake up some before you try to ask questions you're not going to remember the answers to." |
| "My mouth's more connected to my cockiness than my cock," he agreed. He made a complicated face, "I'm," he started to protest. "I need caffeine, actually. Come down with me?" |
| "Yeah, you don't need to be walkin' into anyone else. Might not meet someone so nice next time." Not that he looked nice. Or sounded nice. In fact he looked a bit evil when he grinned down at Brant. "You're...what? Sixteen, seventeen?" |
| "I haven't walked into anyone not nice, yet," he protested, a little. Then he protested more than a little. "Hey. I am not a kid." |
| "Yet bein' the word," he agreed, wrapping an arm around Brant's shoulders and keeping hold of him, "No? You know only kids argue about that, right?" |
| "That's because by the time your face falls down to your knees no one accuses you of being a kid." |
| "You're really not awake are you? Cuz that made no sense." |
| "It made sense. When you get saggy and wrinkly, no one accuses you of being 16." |
| "So get wrinkles." |
| "Or, in your case, floppy ears." He was playing though, and his smile was unreservedly warm. He got his bearings a little, didn't move out from under the arm over his shoulder and started heading down the hall and towards the stairs. |
| ...He knew that smile. He frowned. He kept his voice light though, "Oy, what's the matter with my ears?" |
| "If you keep making that face, they're going to meet in your nose. What's wrong?" |
| "You just look like someone I know, is all." |
| "You have hot friends," he said, casually, and opened the door for the Doctor. "You first." |
| "I don't want you running into me again. Go ahead." He held the door himself. |
| "I'd rather run into you than someone else," he said, stubbornly. |
| "I'd rather you didn't run off." |
| "Why would I run off? You're between me and coffee, food, and outside exit." |
| "Because you look a lot like my friend," he smiled tightly, without any sincerity. |
| "Does your friend want to run away from you?" he asked, and crossed his arms over his chest. |
| "Not in the least. But he's got no sense." he put one hand on Jack's shoulder, trying to push him through the door. |
| "If you call not letting himself be pushed down a flight of stairs as not having any sense, I'd say I'm in good company." He dug his heels in, almost literally. |
| The Doctor sighed, picked Brant up, slung him in a fireman's carry and carried him down. |
| He yelled indignently, and bit the Doctor's arm. Through leather, but still. |
| The Doctor set Brant down on his feet when they got down, putting his hands on the other man's shoulder, keeping hold of him, "Hey, I like this jacket." |
| He was flushed, his eyes were blazing, his hair was a mess and his teeth were exposed and not because he was grinning. "I like my dignity." |
| "Yeah? I've not seen any." |
| "Maybe you would have if you hadn't moved me around like furniture." |
| "You started the conversation by discussing your reproductive organs. You're human. I wasn't holding out hope." |
| "Your ears are reproductive organs? Wow, I'd think you'd wear a hat." |
| He smirked, "I'm a nudist. Come on. Coffee." |
| He blinked and the self-righteous indignation faded and was replaced by a speculative look. He kept that look, all the way to the dining room and coffee.
It was probably a bad sign that it was directed less at the Doctor than his ears. |
| "Don't," the Doctor warned, "Touch my ears." |
| "Wasn't gonna," he promised. He poured himself a cup of coffee from the station, but kept right on staring. |
| He raised an eyebrow, "Everything proportional. Stop staring." |
| He leaned his hip against the counter, and took a sip of his coffee. He did not stop staring. "I'm just trying to work out what happens when you come. Do you have a particularly wet sneeze?" |
| "So you've met someone of my species before," he deadpanned. |
| "I don't know, I don't usually go around sticking my fingers in people's ears. Maybe I should start." |
| "Easier ways to rid people of virgin ears." |
| "If you go around with your sex bits stuck on the side of your head, I'd imagine there's not much virginal about it." |
| "I didn't say mine were, did I?" |
| "That's good. I'd hate for a stray breeze to deflower you." |
| "But what a story." |
| "Allergies must be a bitch." |
| "Yeah, but my nose is safe in my pants." |
| "Stuff your pants with tissues to deal with the drip?" He sipped his coffee. He was actually enjoying this. |
| "Because that's not going to cause some questions." |
| "Fewer than wet pants, I'd think." |
| "Had a bit of a spill," the Doctor said immediately. |
| "Or peed on yourself." |
| "Beneath my dignity." |
| "And walking around in wet pants isn't?" |
| "Depends on the culture!" |
| "I'd imagine any culture that wet crotches was normal in would find a way to avoid the chaffing of damp pants." |
| "How much do you know about chaffing?" |
| "I grew up near a beach." |
| "What was what like?" |
| "Abrassive," he said, utterly deadpan. |
| "In general, ass." he grinned. |
| He returned the grin. "Pretty. Relaxed. Abrasive." |
| "You still live there?" |
| He shook his head. "No. Well. Maybe? Sort of?" |
| "It's that confusing?" |
| "Well, yeah." |
| "Why?" |
| "Because I'd just left home and landed here." |
| "Happens to the best of us." |
| "By the best you mean you, right?" |
| "Bit, yeah," he grinned. |
| "Who are you, then?" |
| "I'm the Doctor." |
| "Doctor of what?" |
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