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ittigerburningbright asked:

"Come on, one date. What's it gonna hurt?"

thelovelymissjohnson:

ittigerburningbright:

thelovelymissjohnson:

      “The Doctor wouldn’t like me doing it, Tiger, he gets jealous. Besides, like I said, you aren’t my type.”

Tiger nervously looked down for a couple of seconds, holding her hands against her lap before looking up and a bit to the side. She was rather lost, trying to figure out what to say or do next. She had met a lot of different people in a lot of different professions in her long life, but had mostly stayed away from the streets. In fact, if this had been any time between the two world wars…

"You were never an orphan, were you?" she asked cautiously. "You did always have a home, or someplace to call home?"

      “I wasn’t an orphan. My mother died when I was ten, and so I had to look after my brothers and sisters. My dad was always busy with work, to pay the rent and buy food. I haven’t had a home since I was sixteen, when I left. Why does it matter? I’m not the only one.”

   She looked away from the woman, idly rummaging through her pockets just to have something to occupy her hands with.

"It is just that…well, I should not be one to judge, et for that I am sorry," Tiger said genuinely, seeing Charlie’s discomfort with her, the situation, or both. "I am sure you have heard the stories about me from the Doctor or the Brigadier, or at least know what I am. The thought that I could have killed you is horrible."

ittigerburningbright asked:

"Come on, one date. What's it gonna hurt?"

thelovelymissjohnson:

ittigerburningbright:

thelovelymissjohnson:

      “The Doctor wouldn’t like me doing it, Tiger, he gets jealous. Besides, like I said, you aren’t my type.”

Tiger shook her head. “Non, I did not think that at all. I have heard what the others said long before I decided to approach you. I wanted to find out what you were like for myself. I thought you were speaking metaphorically,” she pointed out, “or using it as slang. Not…not actually paying.”

      “I don’t know what they say about me behind my back, but I bet it’s colourful. No, Tiger, I’m a whore. Always have been. The Doctor doesn’t pay because in exchange for what I do for him, he keeps me safe. I’m better off forgoing money than risking pissing him off.”

Tiger nervously looked down for a couple of seconds, holding her hands against her lap before looking up and a bit to the side. She was rather lost, trying to figure out what to say or do next. She had met a lot of different people in a lot of different professions in her long life, but had mostly stayed away from the streets. In fact, if this had been any time between the two world wars…

"You were never an orphan, were you?" she asked cautiously. "You did always have a home, or someplace to call home?"

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