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((I'm confused as to what just happened))

((I'M SORRY))

"You have a Tardis? What?" She picked up the stuffed kitty and followed him into the space. "Okay, so, how many coffee makers do you think you have?" She laughed, raising her eyebrows. Reggie began scratching her arm. It didn't feel right with the tape off of it.

"Shelves." She nodded, narrowing her eyes and trying to remember if that was correct. Reggie eye past Drew at his stuff, still trying to regain a mental picture of him. Sure, he was perfect already, but it could certainly help to know more about him. Reggie took a deep breath, awaiting his next move.

((IT ISN'T JUST YOU THOUGH! I AM SHIPPING SOMETHING, SOMETHING DIFFERENT, SO HARD RIGHT NOW! MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE IN EXISTENCE))

((I HAVE BEEN FANGIRLING ALL OVER BECAUSE OF THIS HEADCANON I HAVE ACCEPTED AND BECAUSE REGGIE AND DREW ARE PERF AND LIKE I CAN'T STOP GIGGLING AND LIKE I'M SURE I LOOK LIKE I'M HAVING A SEIZURE OR SOMETHING))

"Sounds like a plan, Doctor." Reggie matched his dialect with ease. He was entirely different from anybody she had ever met. It was awesome! Her fingers fit perfectly with his as they walked along. She was almost worried about what could possibly be found in his storage room, judging by what she has seen from his personality.

"No..." She couldn't stop an absolute teeth-showing genuine smile from erupting, "No, I think it sounds absolutely perfect."

((I can't write anymore! HAPPINESS IS CONSUMING ME))

Her cheeks turned pink. "Oh. Well, that was an easy answer, and now I understand Paris. And okay. Simple explanation." Reggie ran the words through her head. "Rest of your life?" she asked Drew, grinning a bit at the prospect of it.

She laughed, "Paris? Uhmm.. Well, okay..." Reggie scrunched up her nose a little, then summed up her courage and asked him. "Uhm, I'm not sure of this is the right question, but... What's special about this hat?" Reggie bit her lip, now wishing her curiosity hadn't overpowered her. There were extremely vivid lines in life, and she'd been taught not to cross them. She was afraid of crossing them.

((......maybe.......))

As soon as his lips touched hers, she pressed him closer, placing her hands on his chest to steady herself. The hat. She didn't do anything wrong. In fact, everything was perfect. The number of zeros on her arm wasn't wrong, the hat wasn't wrong, and he certainly wasn't wrong. This boy that couldn't remember pens or people yet could remember how many hats he owned was perfect. Reggie could feel the beat of his heart through his shirt and it made her step back and look at him. Just look.

((GODFRACKENDISH))

Her skin tingled where his skin touched her, sending chills down her spine. "The hat?" This didn't feel like some random act of his. This was real. This awful and glorious feeling that filled her to the brim with positive confusion. Her breath caught in her throat, the suspense of what his next actions would be grasping her senses.

((OMF YOU JUST HAD TO DIDN'T YOU))

Her smile ditched her features, "Picked what..." Reggie thought she must've done something wrong. Was the hat some kind of test? What did she do that wasn't right... She reached up and took it off, looking down at it with wonder and a hint of sorrow.

((YAY))

She grinned, loving the excitement he pushed onto the easy activity. Reggie turned back to the closet and stepped inside again. Closing her eyes to pull off the random effect for herself, she reached out and waved her hand over where she figured the hats would be. Her fingers latched onto something that felt a bit velvety. Reggie pulled it off the shelf and came out of the closet. It was a maroon-velveted top hat with a gray and black feather coming up from the brim that was tied there with a black ribbon. Reggie put it on with a smile and traced his skips to the office room.

"Adventuring hat?" Reggie ventured ((see what I did there?)) into the closet and looked around, noticing there wasn't a light. She couldn't see worth crap amd came back out. "Uhm..... Light." Her eyes widened a little bit, in a pleading and not knowing what to expect expression montage. "Before you tell me if you do or do not have a light switch though.... How many hats do you have?"

A look of slight confusion dashed across her face as he began speaking to the condo, but she shook it away, realizing it was just Drew being Drew. Reggie followed him without hesitation, looking around the place as they went into the next room. "How many shelves do you have??" Her eyes grazed over the room in bewilderment and astonishment at all of the organized clutter. ((I'm assuming here; correct me if I'm wrong.)) She began laughing, realizing she should expect this from him.

Katniss (♏ikey Way Fan Girl) wrote: "Shiz Liz you are hyper. Don't kill Drew. o.o"

Oh, I'll try to.

"I'd love to come in your condo." She laughed, noting that he was interesting with his grammar analysis. Reggie ran her hand through her fluffy brown hair, tilting it to the right as she did so. Drew was interesting, very interesting... The only thing that was questionable about him was whether or not there was love between them. There was a real connection, that was for sure.... But true love? True love in itself is a question. If it weren't for the digits on her arm, Reggie may not even believe in the whole 'love at first sight' idea, but alas, she may or may not have met the person she's meant to love for the rest of her life.

ON

((Ha. Ha. Funny.))

Her shoulders shook with more laughs, and she looked up at him. "Yes, I do imagine you'd be an excellent addition to my library. However, I don't really own any shelves... Literally, my apartment doesn't have shelves." Reggie cringed. She kept forgetting about that errand.

She smiled and laughed, "Well... I fret because chances are you'll realize that I don't deserve you and it'll suck and I'm not sure if that'd be best for either of us mentally and then we'd end up in an asylum and get meds that make us really loopy and just... UGH." Reggie let her head fall to the table and her dark brown waves fell all over the table. Thank goodness she didn't wear makeup because otherwise her face would look terrible.

"What? No! It's the exact opposite. You're kind of... perfect. I'm here with my weird rollerblading hobby and not having an official job.... I'm nowhere near as interesting as you are." Good god, I don't want to be in love. Her nose crinkled up in tremendous terror, confusion, and even a bit of hope.