amberfocus | Nine Muse is Back

Things that take place inside my head. Actual conversations with my characters. This is trufax. And also, not dial-up friendly. *grins*

My Nine-shaped muse managed to drag his lazy bummed, sorry self back into my life again.
Nine: Wait a minute! I was not being lazy!

Me: Oh, no, you were just kicking back on the end of the bed, eating chips (which you would not share, I might mention) and being of absolutely no use to me whatsoever all week!

Nine: I was not being lazy!

Me: No?

Nine: No. I was thinking.

Me: Really? Because from where I sit, being lazy and "thinking" look awfully similar.

Nine: I was.

Me: Prove it. Show me the plot bunnies.

Nine: Well, now I don't want to.

Me: You're pouting.
Nine: Am not.
Me: Are too.
Nine: Am not. I don't pout. "He" pouts. *points finger at Ten*

Ten: Oi! I do not pout.
Me: You really do.
Ten: Well, he sulks. *points finger at Nine*
Nine: I do not.
Me: What's this then?

Nine: *silence*
Me: Well?
Nine: I don't pout. And I'm not telling you.

Me: Pouter.
Ten: I do more than pout you know. Sometimes I'm angsty. Sometimes I'm noble.

Sometimes I'm a little bit foxy.

Nine: Foxy? More like a puppy dog. No one ever acused me of being a puppy dog.

Ten: Who's accused me of being a puppy dog?
Me: *Whistles innocently*

Ten: How could you?
Me: It was Donna! She did it first.
Donna: Actually it was Rose. In You Reap What You Sow. The oncoming puppy dog eyes, remember?

Rose: Shh! I had a neural cluster crash. I had amnesia. I can't be held responsible for my...he does make a nice puppy though doesn't he? I mean really, just wag his tail a bit and ruffle his fur...erm...hair.

Ten: Rose!

Rose: Better?
Ten: We were...talking...about...something...about me. Yeah, something about me.
Me: Really not about you right now. Go run laps with post-JE Rose muse.

Ten2: That's my job!
Me: Boys! Still not about you. It's about him! *points to Nine* Now show me the plot bunnies.
Nine: No.

Me: Rose! A little help here?
Nine: I don't sulk.
Rose: You have been known to...

Nine: I don't sulk!

Me: Big guns time, Rose.
Rose: Okay.

Me: Not what I meant.
Rose: Oh, right.
Smutty Rose Muse: Will you tell for me?

Nine: *silence*

Even smuttier Rose Muse: How about for me? Come on, Doctor. You know you want to. She's never done anything to hurt us. Well, and not made up for it anyway by giving us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots--