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

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

All of our senses are superior.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Do you ever kill aliens? Signore Doctor didn't seem to like that idea very much.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

The Doctor just doesn't like killing. I enjoy it.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I keep a count of how many people I kill for Signore Jose.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, really? Give us a number. And, uh, how old are you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

This month or all of them? I don't really know for sure. I'm probably eleven or twelve.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

All of them.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Kill diary get! She flips through it carefully for moment, then--] Um... Well, this month I've gotten even more than Triela. [Is proud of this >>] The whole time... One hundred and sixty-three in... ten months. Mostly just mafia and gang people, though.