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doctor who (d1) the master - ainley

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[the Master is on the plane, but in a generally un-Masterly fashion. you know, usually he's standing and being egotistical, something like that. instead, he is generally sprawled out on the 'floor', and is idly biting at a bone. please do not mention this to him later, it is highly embarrassing

otherwise, yes. the Master is currently elsewhere, leave a message at the beep. ...if there was one, anyway]

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[smiles and kneels beside him, petting him fondly] This will fade away, will it not?

[he purrs louder, and nods to her in reply]

I am glad of that. This behaviour is unbecoming of you, Master.

[the Master sets aside his bone for now to sit up, and he carefully runs his hand along the side of her face, though he's mostly lost in some feline contemplation]

[hums and presses her cheek to his fingers, trying to listen in on his thoughts as best she can]

[provided can pick up on them, your choice - as the Master isn't exactly in the frame of mind for keeping his thoughts completely private - they range from thoughts of hunting, of violence, running, of vague language recollection (enough to understand), and the faint traces of who he should be

but otherwise, he is attentful and vaguely caring; as opposed to when he's senselessly rampaging]

[this is so gonna come back to haunt you later, you know, Master. because she'll tell everyone what you think about as soon as she gets the chance. for now, though, she's just enjoying the sense of freedom and nuzzling his hand affectionately]

Does the virus do this to you often?

[yes, it will; but he cannot be held accountable for what he thinks about like this, TARDIS. but he purrs and raises his hand, running through her hair slowly

and he doesn't 'reply' for a bit before he recalls he was asked a question, and he nods, then shrugs as if he isn't sure]

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