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[doubledoctornocitrus]

●●●●○ THESA

RODNEY MCKAY
@phdphd (40), New Lantea

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I WAS A: genius with minions. I'm now a relocated genius sans minions.

I'M SKILLED IN: Technology, Ancient and otherwise.

I'M LOOKING FOR: Tech I've never seen before that you don't want back.

ALSO, I'M: Irritated by the vast quantity of physics-violating objects and alcohols.

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[doubledoctornocitrus]

Huh.

[Data review, processing.]

THE SOCKS

[impavid]

[ Excuse me? ]

You're gonna want to try full sentences.

[doubledoctornocitrus]

I should have known.

In my defense Earth was just destroyed and I thought you were straight

[impavid]

I'm not really following the sock thing here. Also, in case you hadn't noticed, I worked for the Air Force and there are pretty specific regulations about this sort of thing.

[doubledoctornocitrus]

Irrelevant.

[The texts come as an avalanche, like a drawing-room monologue at the tail end of an Agatha Christie novel.]

I would propose marriage to anyone who darned my socks, gender notwithstanding.

Who also lived with me.

And didn't run screaming.

And was hot.

In a weird, bultery kind of way.

Am I right?

Is it Ianto?

He is the only person you spend more time with than me.

Notwithstanding Princess.

Who is not a person.

If it's not Ianto what horrible choices are you making with your life?

Don't make me come over there.

[impavid]

[ It was Ianto all along!! ]

I'm glad you're taking this well.

[ Genuinely, actually, but it's easier to play it off wry. ]

And it is Ianto but not because he darns my socks, though it's good to know your baseline here.

[doubledoctornocitrus]

Invest in soundproofing.

[Rodney's one big 'what the hell' right now, which John will regret later, no doubt. He is also a 13-year-old girl, because he has to ask...]

I trust you will still have time to hang out?

With me.

[impavid]

If you can spare five minutes for me, sure.

[ You're the one addicted to work, Rodney. ]

[doubledoctornocitrus]

[Acceptable. Also where the hell had that question come from in the first place?]

Well. Good. Right.

[He is immediately sorry he asked.]

Was that all?

[impavid]

Yeah. We can have lunch if you want, after I've had some sleep. You can ask me about his sock darning technique.

[ Since that is apparently a key thing or whatever. ]

[doubledoctornocitrus]

I'll pass. I don't want to darn any socks.

[That was literally what Ianto was for.]

But yes to lunch.

You ruined a perfectly good night's sleep.

[impavid]

I guess we have that in common.

[ The sleep thing. He really just wants to sleep. ]

I'll text you when I'm awake again. You can pick the place.