Dan Foster (shagontap) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2012-11-28 02:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | dan foster : shagontap, mark north : nomachobullshit |
Who: Mark North and Dan Foster.
Where: The kitchen
What: Dan's maybe making new friends?
Warnings: TBD, maybe mild swearing.
Dan had made himself at home, at least as much as he could do. He had found himself a room, got comfortable and set to work on a new project. He had been recording everything, taking notes, reading up on bits and pieces in the library. Everything to get a good story. Now, it was time for a break, time to get away and get something to eat. And maybe, just maybe, he'd meet someone interesting. At least he hoped so.
Dan was fairly young. In his early to mid twenties, and like most men his age, his mind wandered to certain areas. He was a bit of a flirt, to be honest and now that he had been without a sexual partner for the time he had been on the TARDIS, the act was becoming more habitual. A coping mechanism of sorts. And besides, the TARDIS was full of all sorts of beautiful people. He'd watch them, psychologically analyse their movements, gestures, speech patterns, how they behaved around other people, everything really from the subtle to the obvious. And the TARDIS was a very interesting place.
Smirking to himself, he wandered into the kitchen and went to the fridge to see what he could make. He bit the inside of his lip as he looked. It was only when he heard someone else coming into the kitchen that he stopped and raised a quizzical eyebrow, looking over his shoulder to see who was there.