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

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

[fdhsjfkhdj] Stop that!

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[As contrary as the Master, really. Poke. Poke. Poke.] You. Are. Stupid. Stupid lads don't get to tell me what to do.

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

[Ow ow ow!] Cut it out, damn it!

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Smacks him on the head instead.] Master and pupil. Remember that bit?

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

... [simmers a little] ... Are you gonna help me or not?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Do you deserve it or not, is the question.

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

Would you rather let this psychopath kill me?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

He promised he wouldn't. Doesn't that make you feel nice and safe?

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

Not really.