"Better." He nodded absently, his mind still on a dozen possibilities of places to go, adventures to be had. He noticed, though, that his answer didn't seem to please her.
"Better suited to adventuring," he clarified, looking down at her shoes before glancing up at the red shirt. She'd been wearing red that last day; her last with him, though not the last he'd seen her. "More Sarah Jane-ish too."
"Now all we need is a destination. Forth moon of Putineska? The Mardi Gras celebration of 2079? Lovely year for Louisiana, 2079; too bad they didn't know it was the last time they'd see New Orleans. Or Rudherase - the oceans there are red and as warm as bath water, the sand is pink and every store carried ice cream."
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Date: 2008-07-07 10:47 pm (UTC)"Better suited to adventuring," he clarified, looking down at her shoes before glancing up at the red shirt. She'd been wearing red that last day; her last with him, though not the last he'd seen her. "More Sarah Jane-ish too."
"Now all we need is a destination. Forth moon of Putineska? The Mardi Gras celebration of 2079? Lovely year for Louisiana, 2079; too bad they didn't know it was the last time they'd see New Orleans. Or Rudherase - the oceans there are red and as warm as bath water, the sand is pink and every store carried ice cream."