"Whipped?" The Doctor cried, spluttering with disbelief. "I am not whipped. I'm the oncoming storm, the guardian of time and in some cultures I'm known as the great egg and spoon race champion. No one can whip the Doctor," the Doctor protested, dropping the box and clothes down with a stubborn grunt and crossing his arms as he pouted. "Then again..." the Doctor began, a thoughtful look on his face, "...there was that time in Egypt when someone actually whipped me."
Nitro spluttered as her pizza went down the wrong way and flung herself at the kitchen sink, turning the tap on and gulping down a great mouthful of water to clear the blockage. Once she was done she let out a giggle, her head still halfway into the sink, before straightening up and turning back to the Doctor and Robin with a grin on her face.
"Wicked, you're both weirdos!" She said happily, her brown eyes brimming with mischief as they darted back and fourth between the two. "Fantastic, I've always wanted a weirdo for a flat mate."
"That is the first time I have ever heard someone say that after meeting me," the Doctor said curiously before looking around the apartment. Only now did he notice the small burn marks on the ceiling, the rare blue stains on the carpet and the bullet hole in the wall. "Is this the first time you've lived with a weirdo?"
"Yup, all the others were so normal and boring," Nitro tutted, grabbing another slice of pizza and biting the end off it. "They got so uptight over the smallest things, like being woken up at night by explosions, finding bullets in the fridge and liquid nitrogen under the sink. They were so petty."
The Doctor stifled a laugh as he obtained a new perspective on the war wounds that covered the apartment, "Just out of curiosity, how many flat mates have you had?"
"Lets see..." Nitro began, leaning on the counter and looking up to the ceiling as she began to think it over. "I'm in the first year of my course. I've been living here for about ten months... so about... fourteen."
"That is astounding," the Doctor laughed before grabbing Robin's shoulders and pushing her towards Nitro. "Take her under your wing. There is much that you can teach her. I want her to be a mistress of destruction once you are done."
"I'll see what I can do," Nitro chuckled before turning to Robin and smirking. "And to answer your very question-y questions. I'm taking a major in chemistry. I came to Rice because my Mum and Dad have always been big on traveling, they run a world wide charity you see, so I got to see Texas and other parts of America quite a few times. I guess I liked Texas the best because of all the barbeque and cowboys. My favorite color is black, I'm from London, England and I have a tattoo on my back of an alien riding a Harley Davidson."
"Not that you asked, but I thought that since you're moving in you should know everything about me," Nitro spoke, before cocking her head curiously at Robin. "How did you manage that by the way? I thought they had started tearing up flat mate request forms to do with this place."
"Simple really," the Doctor said with a nonchalant shrug. "When you're the close personal friend of the governor of Texas, you can pretty much tell the cows when to moo."
"You're a friend of the Governor of Texas?" Nitro asked with surprise.
"Yeah!" The Doctor answered, before murmuring under his breath. "Just not the current Governor of Texas."
Nitro's brow arched questioningly, but she didn't press on. Instead she turned back to Robin and said, without pause or shame, "I also sleep walk, listen to loud rock music and fix my motor bike in the kitchen. Is that going to be a problem?"