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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Rose jumped about a mile in the air at the sound of a voice behind her. Then a bright blush crept over her cheeks as she realised she'd been found. By the one person who'd told her to be careful no less.

Oops.

Turning around slowly, she shot a sheepish smile at the stranger who she'd taken to so easily. It really was a bit odd that she found him so easy to talk to. And that he talked right back. At least, in writing. It definitely helped ease the annoyance she'd felt when he'd all but run her off the day before in the barn. Maybe it wasn't her, maybe it was the Doctor. Or maybe he simply didn't want his space being invaded by a newcomer. She'd decided mid-journal exchange to give the tall, dark-haired man the benefit of the doubt and she lowered her eyes a little bashfully.

"Well, there wasn't really anyone around at the time," she defended quickly. "Besides, it's not as if I ran off on purpose. The gas station is right over there, after all." She nodded her head in the direction she'd originally been headed. Flashing him a grin, she shrugged. "But come on, you can't tell me you wouldn't be distracted by a giant carnival. Even in non-teasing Smith land they'd have to be at least somewhat interested."

And then she noticed something in his hands. Something vaguely familiar and she squinted to try and get a closer look. "What's that you've got? Your present from Non-Father Christmas?"