AJ Crowley (vaguesaunter) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-12 14:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !linked, anthony j. crowley, donna noble |
Who: Donna and Crolwy
What: WHY ARE YOU FOLLWING ME?!
When: Backdated to yesterday
Where: On the sidewalk and wherever
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress
Eight hours.
That was how long it had been by his watch. And, so far, he'd learned to things about this ginger bird. Do tick these two points off on your fingers, my dear:
One. Her name was Donna.
Two. She was a warlock, or whatever the female form of a warlock was. Witch was not sufficient enough for the likes of Donna. Sorceress perhaps.
He'd been coming out of his car that morning when she'd passed him and began dragging him around. Since then, he'd not seen his car which was most distressing. She seemed oblivious, and that was even more distressing. Ah, well, might as well go along with it. He'd had a breakfast burrito, gone to wherever she'd gone the entire day, and he was frankly growing a little bored of this invisible leash he was on1.
As he grew accustomed to it, he walked along like a good dog, and lit a fag between his lips, then stuffed the battered pack back into his jeans pocket.
1. The irony of being attached to a woman by a leash had not been missed on him.