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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Handy arrives on the Plane in a much better state of mind than he was last time he appeared. He is a little annoyed with the Proper Doctor for inviting him to travel without first properly considering the fact that their realities are not merged. Still, he is in a fairly decent mood.

He remembers finding the Doctor on the Plane with a chair and some books and has decided to follow His example. Upon arrival, Handy is lounging on a sofa, nose buried in a book, “1812: The Catalyst to Canadian Independence.”  He may have ‘borrowed’ the sofa and some books from a bookshop for use on the Plane. Either way, he is proud of himself for managing to get it all here.

On the end of the sofa at his feet are various other books, which he promptly kicks to the floor so he can stretch out his legs. The books are mostly biographies and historical texts. He is still a bit foggy on the history of the parallel Earth he’s on now, so he’s decided to utilize the Plane and take this opportunity for some much needed reading.

Despite the fact that he has no idea how the book will end, it is still incredibly boring. He’s being stubborn and refuses to move on to another book until he finishes the one he is reading. He is fighting the urge to fall asleep. If he continues reading, it will most likely be a losing battle.]

Comments

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not really.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Yes, really. Before you came along I was reading all about...Canada...and imperialism....and many other interesting things.

I was reading.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Liar.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

How would you know?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're very easy to read.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

No. These books are easy to read. Well, not really, they're a bit on the tedious, but still...

I'm not that easy to read.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, you very much are.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Except I'm not.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Are!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Not!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Are!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Not!

[sighs]

You know, you're really mature.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It takes two to get into an is not/is too argument.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[blank stare because pots don't like being called out by black kettles]

Fine. If I'm so easy to read, what am I thinking right now?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're sulking and turning around the conversation to, oh so defiantly, prove me wrong, when really you're just upset that I made a good point about the argument and your relative maturity.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Why do you always insist that I'm sulking? I'm not sulking. Does it look like I'm sulking?

[pause]

Besides that, you started it.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[swings his feet over onto the couch to rest said feet on Handy's lap]

That's even more immature.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh, and using me as your ottoman, that's really mature.

[goes to push his feet away]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[kicks him, though not particularly brutally] You're hardly a handy spare hand if you can't serve any purpose.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[shifts his body so he can get his legs up as well and knock the Master's feet away, trying to give the Master a kick back in return, with pretty much the same amount of force]

Why do you always insist on having to touch me?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why are you so preoccupied with me touching you?

[they are playing footsies and it is kind of hilarious]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Because you do it all the time!

[I know, seriously, also have another tangled up kick]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[and more from the Master]

Maybe it doesn't mean anything.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's bizarre.

[and now he's trying to use his feet to push the Master's legs away so he can be the one resting feet in laps, because that means he wins, and we're all so mature]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[oh please, Time Lord leg strength, Doctor - you don't have it]

So?