A drabble based on a prompt from timepetalsprompts on Tumblr: start your fic with the following sentence: "Um, no."
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"Ummm… no," he had chided, brandishing the purple cardigan she had tossed onto the jump seat at her. "Rose Tyler, what've I warned you about making this place domestic?" He furrowed his brows, a futile attempt to invoke the Oncoming Storm.
She had spun to face him, beaming a tongue-touched smile. "Not the place I'm domesticatin', is it? Look at you, pickin' up after me, like a mother hen."
Now, clutching the cardigan against his shattered hearts, and three words lodged in his throat, he would gladly give his last life to have another chance at domesticity with Rose Tyler.
