A's got a girl for each season [B's got a mail-order bride]

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[the Master and the Doctor appear together at the Astral Bar, bickering. No one should be surprised] Well, she's not that bad to put up with, is she? A bit mouthy, but you've picked up worse. The one of her here asked ever-so-nicely for me to take this one on, you know, so I don't mind. And anyway, if you happen to be acting particularly maddening, I can always use her as a hostage to put you back in line. It's a winning situation, I think.

You're not using her as a hostage. Frankly, I think she'd have a say in that first.

And I'd end up killing her because she's a very mouthy hostage, yes. It happens, I'm afraid. [the Master starts mixing a White Ballistic for himself, because he wants one]

[The Doctor wants one, too, but he's just eyeing the Master's] You haven't been slapped by her. You'd have to get through that first.

I'll draw her death out into something slow and painful, then. I keep telling you, Doctor, don't let any of your precious pets near me if you can't make them behave.

[the Doctor sighs and runs his hand through his hair] Her room is far, far away from yours, so you'll have to go out of your way to see her. Shouldn't be a problem.

Unless it becomes one, of course. You realise that there's only one good television lounge, and that I'm not sharing it with anyone. Except Lucy, of course.

You and Donna watch the same shows, don't you? Those sort of...popular things on in the daytime.

[for a long moment, he stares] I don't watch soap operas.

Oh. What about those talk ones?

No.

Well then, might need another television.

[the Master drinks his White Ballistic with a grin] My dear Doctor, the burden is entirely on you.

[ooc; join post, red is Master, blue is Doctor, expect double-tagging, and so on]

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Next time on dull history lessons: the evolution of asparagus.

And don't even start, Doctor.

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[Takes a sip of his drink, saying mildly.] The evolution of asparagus is actually rather fascinating, considering it cropped up suddenly in the Cretaceous period.

[Why yes, he did mention that just to annoy the Master.]

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Or K period, an abbreviation of its German translation Kreide, if you're in a more languid mood.

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[is he being tease? Perhaps. So he responds as all good Masters do and sends the Doctor a very intense, appraising, sensual look]

When I'm in a languid mood, I go for something a bit different.

[try to defeat him with your asparagus now, Tennants!]

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[Tactic one! Complete Ignorance! Go!]

Reading is excellent for languid moods. Very relaxing.

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[This better work, or else]

So is bike riding, for me at least.

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[the Master places a hand on the Doctor's thigh and leans against him. When Arthur mentions 'bike riding,' he smirks, because there is something in the position of biking that has a lot to do with why women weren't allowed to ride any way but saddleside in older times]

Strenuous activity can be quite relaxing. Nothing quite like indulgence in the needs of the body.

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[Well. That one is a bit more difficult to ignore.]

{Please don't scare him off again. Honestly.}

Yes, well, sometimes there can be overindulgence. No one wants that.

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[Arthur will now be staring down at the ground, away from the Master and Doctor.]

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And that should teach you both not to discuss asparagus again.

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[Shakes his head.] You can look up, Arthur.

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I'd rather not, thank you.

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Stop that, Arthur, I was just playing. Despite all appearances, the Doctor and I aren't particularly sexual individuals. It's all a bit base and human to us. Not that we mind it, but it's not really very normal where we come from. My first shag was an act of rebellion rather than pleasure.

Of course, given my partner, the 'lack of pleasure' wasn't all that surprising, but we stray from the point.

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Yes, that's quite- [stops.] Oi! 'Lack of pleasure'? That's just absurd. [He glares at the Master, then clears his throat.] Not that it does matter, no. It's hardly even necessary. Just...anyway. So!

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[He's definitely not going to be looking up now. There's also the faintest blush on his cheeks.]

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[folds his arms]

Arthur Stanley Eddington!

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[The Doctor turns to stare at the Master. What the hell, Master.]

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[And that's enough to make him jerk his head up, automatically looking at the Master] Ah, yes?

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Stop that immediately. You're a grown man, not a school boy. Chin up and if I see you blush one more time this conversation, I will personally hit you. Understood?

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[Arthur opens his mouth to protest, then thinks better of it and sits up straighter] Yes, understood.

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Good. And don't forget it.

[and then the Lecture is gone as quick as it came, and he turns to the Doctor and grins]

I love the British education system, don't you? Breaks them in for you!

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[The Doctor sighs and rubs his eye, trying very hard not to seem even slightly amused.]

It's actually not one of my favourites. But I keep ending up a teacher, so that might explain it.

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There are much better forms of punishment than those involving the use of physical force.

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[he grins like the devil]

I agree.

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[sends the Master a look.] I rather think punishment itself is generally something to be avoided.