his_sarah_jane | [Meta] Open verse RP, anyone?

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[Meta] Open verse RP, anyone?

[ooc: being stuck in doors is starting to grate on my nerves, especially on this lovely fourth of july day. so! if you feel like interacting with sarah jane smith, with any pup from any universe from any canon from ANYTHING really, i would love you forever. bored mun is bored and tired of being sick.]

On [noun], the glow of the [noun] seemed to sparkle rather than illuminate the [noun] in front of Sarah Jane. So far, the day had been relatively [adjective]. There had been little [-ing verb] to be done and little [noun] to [verb].

Still, Sarah couldn't help but decide that today was a very [adjective] day for [-ing verb]. A very [adjective], indeed.

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The Doctor rolled his eyes and put down his fountain pen. He'd get back to it once she left the room.

"Can I help you, Sarah?"

She eyed the pen, gaze flickering quickly to the book. Sarah didn't need his help, not really. She liked to think she was quite capable on her own, after all.

Capable of doing her research and yet still far too willing to pick an argument. "So you remember my name now?"

"Are you implying I forgot it?" He sighed, loud and long. "Clearly you want something, or else you simply have a deep affection for books with wrong information and poor punctuation. Which is it?"

He certainly didn't seem to remember it at the meeting. Sarah Jane sighed and shook her head. It would be quite easy to ignore him and go about her business.

Too bad it was a lesson she never quite learned.

"Are you always this rude?"

"Always," he replied with a wide, obnoxious grin.

She rolled her eyes, trying her best not to smirk. It wasn't amusing, not really!

"Be careful," she warned, "or I may just toss another book in your direction."

"Yeah, but this time I'm ready for it," he said, his smirk unfailing. "You'll have to throw me a curve...uh, book."

She would not laugh. She would not laugh.

But still, the tiniest giggle is let through.

"I'll just have to wait and catch you with your guard down, then."

He was instantly deadly serious. "I never let my guard down."

And just like that, he ruined her fun. A flicker of disappointment crossed her face, a flicker that disappeared as quickly as it came.

She sighed, walking towards a stack at another table. Sarah began to flip through the pages of the top one, not quite paying attention.

He might've looked mildly smug at the irritation on her face. Maybe that's what he was going for.

"Those haven't been corrected yet."

"Oh!"

And this time a book does go flying in his direction.

"You and your flippin' corrections!"

The book is caught with ease.

"You know, broken spines and bent pages are also reasons for fines."

"My books."

"You prefer them to be incorrect like their owner, then?"

"Actually," she answered slowly, tossing another book at him, quickly followed by another, "I'd prefer you to get over yourself!"

Both books were easily blocked with the book in his hand and they fell to the ground in undignified heaps.

"You've grown predictable, Mademoiselle Smith."

Predictable? Predictable was an awful word.

The book throwing stopped. "And you... oh, blimey, I can't figure you out. You're an enigma, Doctor. Much more so than any of the others I've met."

And cue a wide, smug grin.

"It comes with age, Sarah Jane."

"As, apparently, does the smugness." She rolled her eyes, leaving her stack to come sit on the Doctor's desk. "You're even worse then I remember. Odd thing is, I'm staying with a man that looks a lot like you but you're nothing alike. Which begs the question: what went different?"

That smug look goes dark again. She does know the right questions to put him out of a good mood.

"Divergence early on in the regeneration. Complicated." He scratches the back of his head which pulls a bit of his long hair from the ponytail. "Very complicated."

"A story for now or some other time?"

"A story for never."

In her opinion, that wasn't an answer. Sarah crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at him. "Why not?"

His stare was blank.

"Because I don't like you."

A lie; he loved his Sarah Jane dearly. But it worked better if the others from other universes didn't get too close.

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