”I guess we both suffer from that problem. I don’t really think I have a place to go anyways”
“Guess we’re on the same boat sort of speak.” Rory said, as he checked his watch for a bit for any notifications. None to be found. Sometimes, Rory wished he had to save a planet or do something. He sighed a bit. “Look at me. I’m having family problems, and here I am walking in the woods.” He muttered a little too loud, as he was getting stressed out again. How was he going to deal with Ruben?
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“That’s funny. My wife doesn’t think so.” Rory replied. Even if it was for only two minutes, Rory was never going to be unfaithful to Helen. Even in pretend.
*I chuckle.* Mm, I’m sure she doesn’t. You at least act like a husband around her, I presume.
“Course I do. She’s my wife. You’re another story.” Rory replied, getting slightly annoyed again.
‘Nice. I think I’ll just have a fresh baguette with cheese, and,’ Her eyes light up slightly as she talks of the food they serve. ‘They have this incredible gammon here, they boil it in cider..’ She blushes. ‘I know it’s just food… but it’s so good.’ She laughs.
“I can tell. Don’t blame you. If something is that good, why not talk about it?” He chuckled a bit at her enthusiasm. He remembered sampling some of France’s sweets before when he was still with Sabrina.
Off To Bed I Go!
//Continuing to dissect our minx tomorrow. Wish me luck that I don’t puke. Night, and I love you all.
REBLOG IF YOU WILL RP WITH ANY FANDOM.
Or try to, at least.
oc or canon I really don’t care…if I don’t know your fandom then I ask questions about it
The TARDIS as seen on the first episode of Doctor Who, 1963.
New rule…first ever fucking TARDIS Always fucking reblog
ALWAYS reblog the moment of the Broken Chameleon Circuit
Just because my muse is flirting with, hitting on, or hoping to get yours into bed doesn’t mean your muse has to reciprocate - or that I want to write smut with you.