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[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master appears on the plane with a set of chairs, a table, and various papers that have sketches of buildings and streets on them, along with jotted notes]

Mr. Tyler? I have something that would be in your interests to discuss.

[he doesn't bother looking up, as he is busy. though if anyone wishes to bother him, feel free. :|]

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[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master, now content, sets Daichi down] Now, if you would, set the table back as it was, and fetch the papers you scattered.

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

[moves veeeery slowly, but does what he's told, throwing furtive glances at the Master every other nanosecond. Unfortunately, Daichi is dumb and picks up too many of the scattered papers at once, crumpling them and not holding them properly. One piece, in fact, is trailing a little too close to the ground. And Daichi is short. So the only way he knows that he's trodden on the aforementioned trailing paper is when he hears a loud ripping noise as the corner comes off.

Daichi freezes where he stands in terror, and almost doesn't dare look at the Master. OHSHI-]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master growls] Idiot. Just hand them here. You're obviously incapable of doing a simple task. [he steps over to Daichi]

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

[doesn't even argue. just SHOVES the papers into the Master's arms and RUNS THE FUCK AWAY. ...Until he remembers he can just leave. which he does. pop!]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and so the Master sighs, sets his table up, puts the papers back on it, and returns to work]