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[Bound to happen eventually, the feed goes on and it's accidental video. Rory's sitting on his and Amy's bed in the TARDIS, just finishing up buttoning a plaid shirt. There's a barn owl on the bed beside him, doing a little bit of hopping and fluttering of feathers to stay upright as his weight on the bed shifts.]

--if it has to do with something Underground...I guess we'll find out eventually.

[The owl speaks. Its voice is female, but sort of Rory-like all the same.]

Not necessarily.

Yes, alright, maybe not.

You need to stop procrastinating. You should be writing this down and trying to work it out properly.

Are you lecturing me? [He gives the owl an amused look.] My own soul.

Exactly.

...good point.

Are you done now? I want to perch.

Yep, go on, done, don't...hold on too tightly.

[The owl flap-flutters to get herself onto Rory's left shoulder and then does a bit of a walking settle on it and fluffs her feathers.]

That's fine, right?

Yeah, I know, you don't have to be smug ab-- [He cuts himself off to put a hand to his chest, looking a bit concerned. A pause, and then suddenly he hunches back a bit, his face contorting, rather, at the sudden wave of pain. And then his owl, shortly after, startled by the sudden pain, digs her talons into his shoulder.]

Aaaaa! Don't--aahh-haah. Get off!

[His owl extracts her talons and Rory leans slightly to pluck her off his shoulder with his right hand and set her back on the bed, putting his hand to his shoulder straight after (the fabric of his shirt's starting to get a bit of a bloody patch) and holding it there as he hunches over. His owl looks nervous and concerned.]

Sorry. Oh no, really, really, sorry, that one was really bad.

Yeah. [Rory nods, and then stands up.] We better go see if that sort of...sick bay area's in the same place.

[Still holding his shoulder, he comes over to pick up his phone carefully with his free left hand and the feed ends.]


[ooc: ...Rory's daemon would have brown text if I was on a computer. As it is, she's italics. Cursed! Also, ghost pains! Isn't he lucky!]

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[Fiona makes a soft hooting noise and fluffs her feather, tilting her chin up slightly. Rory, meanwhile, takes a sharp laborious breath in, his voice a bit weak, his eyes wide.]

Is that meant to happen?

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[Amy tilts her head and watches Rory, slightly worried, her hand stilling on Fiona's breast.] Is what supposed to happen?

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It, um...

[He blinks and swallows.]

I.....I'll explain on the way. I think I want to have a hand that isn't covered in blood for the explanation.

[To the door and hallway! And Rory trying to catch his breath. Fiona gives Amy a pleased look.]

That was nice!

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You're soft. [Amy whispers. Rory doesn't need to know she's flirting with his daemon now, does he? Well. Maybe he does.

She gets up with the two daemons perched on her shoulders and follows Rory.]

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[Rory is just not trying to think about how hyper-aware he is of the fact that Fiona is even standing on Amy's shoulder. Snuggling up to her. Stupid daemon, being in love with Amy as well. It's really distracting, and he has to keep catching himself from walking the wrong direction.]

Am I? Thanks. [Fiona whispers back, and then carefully leans over to run her beak through Amy's hair.]

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Seriously, Rory, you alright there? [He's sort of walking funny. At least they're almost at the sick bay of the TARDIS.]

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Yeaaaah. Fine. Ish. Mostly fine.

[Oh, thank god, the sickbay. He manages to not stagger in and goes straight to the sink, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand as he does. With the other one, he turns on the water, and then cleans his hands.]

So...basically, it feels kind of....weird when you touch Fiona.

[He carefully peels the shirt off his left shoulder--ahh, that's a bit of a mess--and then kind of...shakes it off his right arm. Cloth and...warm water first, probably, and he starts cleaning off his shoulder.]

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Weird? [Watching him.] Weird how?

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Well...nice weird. [He focusses on getting the rest of the blood off his shoulder so he doesn't have to look at her while he says it. It might be one of her bad reaction days.] Sort of...good, actually. [Oh, good, the gouges are actually fairly shallow. No serious damage. Just...a lot of bleeding. He lets the cloth stay on his shoulder as he goes for another cloth and some disinfectant, which is helpfully labelled 'The One For Humans'.]

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[Sort of good? Amy turns her head a little to look at Fiona and... she can't help but put the pieces together. Of how breathless Rory sounded. So she lifts a hand and gently pets Fiona again, watching Rory intently while doing it. Just to test her theory, of course.]

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[Stumbling a bit, Rory gasps and has to sit down, trying not to squeeze the bottle of disinfectant. Fiona watches with some interest.]

I didn't know that happened. That's...weird. But nice.

Yeaaaaah. [Breathless again.] Can I finish bandaging my shoulder before you keep...stroking my soul? Not...that....I really want you to stop....possibly ever...but it would be better if I didn't start bleeding again.

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[Right. So that reaction was a little stronger than Amy had expected. She let her hand drop away from Fiona, a slow smile spreading over her face.]

Go ahead.

[This... could be fun.]

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[Rory catches his breath slightly and then does a slightly rushed job on the disinfecting (hissing, because, ow!) and then putting together a bandage for his shoulder. That bit's not a rushed job because it's difficult enough one-handed as it is.

That done, though, he walks over to Amy, and then looks a little confused about who he should address.]

Do you mind if I...?

[He gestures awkwardly towards Conall. Seems like a big thing, this. Soul-touching. Definitely requires Amy's permission.]

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[Amy'd just been watching, appreciating the way he looks without his shirt on and admittedly also a little worried.

She and Conall exchange a look and then Amy's smiling and Conall is leaving Amy's shoulder to hop onto Rory's hand and oh. That feels nothing like Amy expected.]

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[Taking Conall carefully--though he's probably fine, he's a ferret, he has balance--Rory scratches him between his ears with a finger.]

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[Amy closes her eyes, letting out a soft breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. For such a small gesture, it had a huge impact and she found herself swaying slightly.]

Definitely good, yeah.

[Amy managed to open her eyes again and catch Rory's gaze, bringing one hand up to gently touch Fiona again.]

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[Ohhhhhh wow. Okay. If he's not careful, his knees will buckle under him. Or he'll get whiplash. Especially with Amy looking at him like that... He pulls Conall in and holds him to his chest, worried about dropping him.]

We...

[Aaand his voice cracks. He coughs, and tries again.] We should really go to our room. Or... [and his gaze darts about the room] ...at least go over to one of those beds...

[Hooray for sickbays!]

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[Amy eyes the beds lined up, calculates the distance to their room and decides that no, really. Sickbay is perfectly fine. It's not like anyone ever comes her, ever.

So she takes a few steps to the nearest bed, willing her legs not to shake because Rory's still holding Conall and it's not petting, okay, but there's a lot of contact and it feels really, really good. Better than anything should feel that doesn't involve Rory actually touching her. Though technically, she supposes he is actually touching her. Her soul.]

C'mere.

[She keeps watching him, her fingers rubbing little circles over Fiona's head and breast.]

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[Walking a little bit like he's forgotten how, Rory walks over to the bed and to Amy and practically falls onto it, still trying to be careful of Conall. It's a bit hazy, but he does register that he should be reciprocating, Amy's fingers on his daemon, his soul, oh yes... He lowers Conall to place him on his legs (not his lap, though, because, well...) to pet him, along his back as he leans sideways into Amy and puts his arm around her as well.]

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[Amy leans into him, one hand still on Fiona. She presses her lips against his neck to muffle her gasp when he begins petting Conall.]

This is... new. [Breathless, now.]

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Mmm... [Which is a noise of agreement.] Nice-new. It's...nice to have nice-new. Think I might have to like this place after all. [He takes his hand away from Conall for a moment to tilt Amy's chin up so he can kiss her before he starts to stroke along the ferret's fur again.]

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Very nice. [Amy mutters against Rory's lips. Kissing is definitely a good idea at this point. Amy's free hand meets Rory's briefly on Conall's back before she moves on, higher.]

You didn't have plans for the rest of the day, did you. [If he did, he'd have to cancel them. No way is she letting him or Fiona out of her reach anytime soon.]

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[That is a good hand. A very interesting hand. Rory agrees entirely with that hand's progress and current purpose. It's is making for some interesting multitasking, though, rubbing your stomach and patting your head has nothing on this.]

I've already drawn a big, mental 'X' through my whole schedule. Maybe three X's. And an 'AMY'.

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[Rory, you should be happy. Amy is clearly very good at multitasking, what with the kissing and Fiona-petting and pants-unbuttoning and hand movements, all the while feeling utterly amazing because Rory still has his hands on Conall.]

Smart man. [And that, Amy decides, should really be enough talking for now.]

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[Rory gasps and groans into Amy's mouth and has to stop his hips from moving up so that he doesn't tip off Conall. He'd like to reciprocate, besides the kissing, obviously, and even besides petting Conall (which he is still doing, congratulations, Rory) but thanks to Fiona, he rather has a gimp arm. He can have his left arm ABOUT Amy but if he tries to lift it up any higher, or move it about, he gets jolts of pain in his shoulder.

Which basically leaves Conall, which is a weird, single thing to be trying to concentrate on aside from Amy's hands on him and his soul. Do ferrets like having beneath their chin scratched? And do things ferrets like even translate into niceness for Amy? It's hard to notice what's going on with Fiona when it is going on. Maybe he'll ask when there's a break. If there ever is. And he's not sure he wants one.

At least he understands the kissing bit. That, he's had lots of practice with.]