when he set @vertexpapilio in bed but wasn't released from their grasp he just climbed into bed too. with his arm secure around the other time lord he curled up against him, head tucked against the curve where his neck met his shoulder and drifted off to sleep.
“if i wanted to spill something on you it'd be to get you out of your clothes but one in such a public space that's illegal and two? i don't think i'd have to work that hard to get that.”
he winked at him before taking his arms off the table to look at food menu.
it wasn't often he got to sit down for as something as simple as a dinner —— usually it would be business related. “ i'll never complain about going somewhere where someone won't spill their beer on me. ” he huffs out something →
“dramatic but i don't think i'm lying.” he smirked at rupert, putting his elbows on the table so he could rest his chin in his hands while he looked at him.
“a bottle of wine sounds lovely.” the smirk turned into a smile. “me too, we could use a nice night out.”
“ a sin? sounds dramatic. ” he teases, following along to the table. sitting across from val, immediately swiping the drink menu.
“ a decent wine sounds good. ” he mentions, setting it aside as his gaze falls back upon the other. →
he's still drunk himself but manages to scoop him up into his arms, carefully stumbling his way down the hall to the nearest bedroom to put the doctor to bed.
- away our table now do we?” with another kiss to his jaw he walks inside with rupert, sticking right at his side as they're lead to their table and he sits down.
“i think it's a cardinal sin to be late meeting you.” his smile only grows as he feels the hand at the small of his back, leaning just enough to open one of the doors to the range rover and set his helmet in the seat before closing it.
“yeah, let's go. don't want them giving -
“ i wouldn't have blamed you for being a few minutes late, work can be dreadful. ” his hand seems to seek out val's waist, slipping down to the small of his back. “ shall we head in before we're actually considered late? ” he asks →
- his leg off the bike and walked over to the other, pressing a kiss to his cheek with a grin. “couldn't keep you waitin' now could i? had to make sure i got here quick as i could.”
val saw him waiting and pulled up, backing the sport bike into the spot beside rupert. hearing him call out he smiled behind the helmet and gave the throttle an extra twist for good measure before shutting the engine off.
getting the motorcycle set and his helmet off he swung -
rupert arrived only minutes prior to val. usually he could be notoriously late, but was planning to change that. about to head in when he heard the motorcycle approach. with arms crossed, he waits against his range rover with a grin. →
they'd barely landed in just enough time for him to jump out, drop his gear off and run to his office. he shoved his things in his backpack, grabbed his helmet and if his motorcycle did a bit of wheelie on the way out so be it. he had a dinner date with @rutshirehonor and he'll -
📲: i'd say i'd take you on a ride but i fear my boss might take me out back and put me down instead.
📲: i kid. kinda. you still good with that little italian place for dinner?