Like fire! Hellfire! [this fire in my skin]

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[the Master skids to a halt when he appears on the Astral Plane, having apparently come in running. He immediately straightens out his clothing before addressing the Plane]

Right, so! Pompeii: very lacking in Super Soaker outlets. Anyone have a water gun handy?

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You exhaust me. And in none of the fun ways, either.

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Sorry to disappoint, Master. 'S how my life usually is.

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As you should be. Git.

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You're the git here, not me.

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How am I a git?

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[grins slightly] You sound less tired now.

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I always have enough energy to attack you, and don't forget it.

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[laughs under his breath] Just checking.

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[rolls his eyes]

Still a git.

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Everyone has their moments.

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You have more.

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How do you know?

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I've spent about two years in your constant company. I know.

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You can't judge just by two years.

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Just two years? Doctor, let me reiterate: I have spent two years in your constant company. I know this regeneration of yours painfully intimately. I know your mood swings and your rambling avoidances, I know how you like your tea and what you hate on your pizza, I know your sleeping habits and I know your every shade of emotion. I know you.

So shut up.

[collapse again[

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[blinks, rubbing his cheek] ...Oh.

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Quite.

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You really pay attention, don't you?

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Don't you know those things about me?

[his eyes are on the stars, distant, no matter how snappish his voice may be]

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Hm? Oh, yes, I do. [a bit amused, shutting his eyes] Your tea preferences haven't changed much. Music tastes have...expanded, really, but I wouldn't say they're entirely different. Telly tastes I know. Clothing tastes, sleeping habits, that way you still can't stand your hair being messed up, how you like plays more this regeneration, the fact that you still like Wells, that you seem a bit more fond of silk than velvet though you certainly still like the velvet. Oh! Gloves. And that flower from Gervase. It's your favourite.

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Well, then, see? I know you're a git.

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You have your moments, too.

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But I make 'git' look good.

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[snorts] I thought 'evil' was what made you so dashing?

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Evil makes my git-ishness attractive.