got lost in a museum [the curator was unkind]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master appears on the Plane, holding one Yuuto by the back of his shirt collar] Ryotarou, I think this belongs to you.

[Yuuto struggles in the Master's hold, extremely displeased with all of this.] Put me down, damn it! I said I was sorry!

[Sadly for Yuuto, the Master is not letting go] Not until Ryotarou comes to collect you.

Collect me?! He's not my babysitter! [Yuuto isn't giving up either.] Maybe if you just offered a tour like normal people, this wouldn't have happened.

I'm not a tour guide, you'll find, and the TARDIS isn't there for your amusement. Now don't be even more irritating than you already are. I haven't killed anyone in a few days and I try not to go more than a week between murders.

[Yuuto would be glaring daggers at the Master if he could see him properly, but that kind of talk is enough to shut him up momentarily.]

Comments

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

You just threatened to kill me. Just a bit ago. You'll forgive the doubt.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[looks at him as if he's stupid] Precisely! I care.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Riiiiight, the unconventional approach. Most people mean "I care for you" as "I don't want you dead."

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm not 'most people' and neither are you. Thankfully.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . I think that might be something like a compliment. If not, I'm taking it as one.

-- Any plans on letting the boy go any time soon?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

When his friend comes to pick him up.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

No chance of just letting him go right now with a warning? Possibly a light smack on the wrist?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Nope! I'm either handing him off to Ryotarou or I'm killing him.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, you don't need to do that.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I know! But I decided to give the boy a chance to live.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- Funny. I forget you're funny.

I meant you don't have to kill him.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Glad to remind you.

I know that, too. I don't have to do a lot of things but I choose to. Just like you.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Let me rephrase.

Don't kill him.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Doctor. My dear, dear Doctor. I would have thought the Donna Noble in you would have been smart enough to realise that telling me to do something isn't the best way to get what you want.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Still worth a shot. Never know till you try, yeah? And if at first you don't succeed, try, try again, et cetera, et cetera.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And fail and fail and fail again.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Then you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and keep quoting proverbs.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

But that's so trite.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Maybe! Still, it's a tried and true method, though.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

For repeated failure? Yes.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

So I don't expect there's much likelihood in my continued attempts annoying you enough into a reluctant acceptance?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not really, no.