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dr_robchase) wrote2007-06-29 12:39 am
dr_robchase) wrote2007-06-29 12:39 am
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Chase glared over his shoulder, because 'I'll do the wash' was apparently what his body language had been saying. Five minutes, it took, and he grabbed the plate and yanked it away from the Doctor. "Mine," he said simply, folding one of the smaller ones into his mouth and licking syrup off his index finger as he wandered right out the door.
"C'mon!" he urged, mouth still full.
The Doctor raised his hands in a surrendering gesture, then got up and followed Chase, tailing him like a puppy he was bringing home.
It wasn't long to the Treehouse at a brisk pace and seemed even shorter when one snacked on pancakes during the trip, nearly fellating them as he used only his hands to feed himself, glancing over his shoulder. "So, how's your head for thoughts?"
"C'mon!" he urged, mouth still full.
The Doctor raised his hands in a surrendering gesture, then got up and followed Chase, tailing him like a puppy he was bringing home.
It wasn't long to the Treehouse at a brisk pace and seemed even shorter when one snacked on pancakes during the trip, nearly fellating them as he used only his hands to feed himself, glancing over his shoulder. "So, how's your head for thoughts?"