got lost in a museum [the curator was unkind]

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[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.]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[I blame Rose and hey, did no one realise that throats can SNAP and things?? The Master's going to squeeze as hard as he can, and if has to break those wrists, he will.

Sadly for the Doctor, he can't stop the Master from breathing, so the Master can still talk]

I think this is the bit where I say, 'We're not so different, you and I.'

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[No no, he's very much realizing it! It's why he was doing it. ):

When the Master speaks, the Doctor stares down at him, and he really wants nothing more than to snap his neck (and he thinks he probably can, thinks that it'd be such an easy thing to do).

But after a long moment, his grip loosens completely, and even if he's not about to break the Master's neck right now, the look on his face says that he's very likely to change his mind.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[looks up at him, critical, analysing, and then releases the Doctor's wrists]

I've changed my mind. Go ahead. This is worth losing a regeneration.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Have we mentioned that he's breathing very heavily? It's a nice little attempt at restraining himself.]

Don't tempt me. Really. Don't. [and yet, notice! He has not moved from his position on the Master's stomach.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You want to, Doctor. You know that.

So go ahead. Do it.

Kill me.

It's not hard. Your hands aren't as strong as mine anymore, but you can still snap my neck. Or strangle me, if you see fit; I'll run out of air eventually.

Go on, Doctor.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor has his head in his hands, and he's pulling at his hair a bit -- and by a bit, we mean quite a lot.]

Would you just-- shut up!

[This is what we call a crisis of morality. Or also a "freak out."]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[this time, when he tries to grab the Doctor's wrists, he's a great deal more gentle as he attempts to guide the Doctor's hands back to his throat]

It's all right, Doctor.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[He watches the Master, baffled, but when he realizes what he's doing, the Doctor yanks his hands away like he's been burned. This time he pushes himself off of the Master and puts distance between the two of them.]

You are completely mental.

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[stands, dusting himself off, and gives the Doctor a winning grin]

Or I'm very good at manipulating you.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . You're really cutting it close, mate. Don't try your luck.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

My luck isn't what's being tested.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

And what the hell do you mean by that?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Infer.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Sounds a bit as though you've got a death wish of your own, really.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're so angry. You need to lighten up.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

So goading me into trying to kill you is your way of helping me to lighten up.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No, it was more for my entertainment. Point still stands: you do need to lighten up.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I'm sure it'd be easier if you weren't punching me.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm not here to make your life easy, Doctor.

[also now is the time when he starts straightening out his clothes like the crazy man he is]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[he's just gonna sit here, but he's at least wiping blood away from his lip.] No? And here I was holding out hope.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I hear that it springs eternal, much like your hair.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

You're jealous.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not of that hair.