//I was doing research for a paper when I got sidetracked (as per usual) and started googling things about the surname “Fawcett”, because I have no control over myself. And I found some cool stuff!!!
Jenna Coleman at the GQ Men of the Year Awards 2014. (x)
//yay! do you want to au??
//sort of! On mobile
//~Almost two hours later. Are you still here? :(
They might enjoy the outcome o’ tha’. Ye get quite rosy ‘n coy after a few drinks, love. -raises his brows and opens and closes his mouth a few times- Now tha’— s’jus’ a touch on the hasty side. S’no need for snap judgments. Think on it a bit. M’bound t’be keen on Fawcett tastes if m’so keen on a Fawcett. -grins v. widely- I love bein’ underwhelmed. Noise ‘n whiskey’s never been my cuppa tea. Turns out that’s an actual cuppa tea. With ye. -takes her chin between his thumb and index finger as you do and leans down to peck her lips quickly, kinda laughing a little- Borin’ bugger I turned out t’be.
So you might enjoy the outcome of that is what you meant. -scrunches her face then smiles softly, fussin’ with his scarf a bit- Suppose you make a fairly convincing argument, I will give you that. And if you keep talking about being keen on a Fawcett, I’m sure my final decision’ll work out in your favor. Have to wait and see, though. -raises her eyebrows- I’m happy to know that we exist on the same plane of boring. It’s quite a comfort to hear, really. Almost like it was meant to be. -pushes up on her toes real quick to give him another peck in return, then steps back with a more ~playful smile- C’mon, can’t keep them waiting, can we? Scots’re notorious for their impatience, I’ve heard.
Y’seem t’think I’m exaggeratin’, Cass, but I can promise ye ye’ll be reachin’ fer the Schletters before the night’s out. -grins at the cheek pat, mimicking it on one of her cheeks while he shrugs the other half of his coat on- S’not a lack o’ confidence so much as a difference in taste. I’ve utmost belief in ye as a tea aficionado, but I’ve utmost belief in my own tastebuds, s’well. -reaches for some knitted hat and pulls it on over his head whilst reachin for a scarf- I suppose that’s fair enough, but I won’t be forgettin’ by time I’m meeting your mum ‘n da. I insist on choosin’ their tea, s’well. -pauses mid-scarf loop and gestures kinda vaguely at her- If s’sommat ye’d like. My meetin’ ‘em.
-gives him a semi-faux serious look- If I do, do what you can to stop me. I’d hate to subject them to the outcome of that. -absently pickin’ off some lint from his coat, nodding as he talks- Oh, I see. And a McKinnon’s tastes differs greatly from a Fawcett’s? I will stop and consider that next time I offer to make you something. Could be a chance you’d be secretly unkeen with what I give you. -smiles a little hesitantly- Well, I mean, it would only be fair, of course. And if you’re not opposed— -clears her throat lightly as she reaches for her scarf too just 4 something to do w/ her hands & shrugs a lil’- I’d quite like it, yeah. There’d be a great deal less noise and whiskey, though. Truly a bit— underwhelming, in comparison.