The Doctor patted her hand gently and took his own coffee mug, drawing his legs up onto the sofa. "Might be a good thing," he noted. "Though we certainly don't have cleanliness requirements around here." His own room had books everywhere, and Atalanta still slept sometimes in the Romantics pile, pillowed on Rousseau.
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Date: 2007-05-16 05:04 am (UTC)