010; dero can't count

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master is pleasantly humming something]

I do have to say, I'm rather warming up to all this business.

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[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he growls a bit at the man in red]

I had been intending to.

[he holds the gun by the barrel, extends it to Sam]

Your gun, Mr. Tyler. I've no need of it.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[t-that growl is pretty creepy, but he still watches to make sure no funny business happens]

Haha, I didn't do much more than knock you over...

[didorothy]

[hesitates before he takes the gun, and then quickly puts it away] Just... thanks. I don't know... [shakes his head] Cheers, Red Coat. Master. [and vanishes from the astral plane]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I doubt you want to talk to me... so if it is no trouble, I believe I may well take my leave as well.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[small, almost embarrassed smile] I won't stop you. But no more asking people to shoot you, okay? They have places you can go to get help for that!

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he laughs]

Where I am, they don't.

[and he drops out of the Astral as well]