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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[have some of the TARDIS wardrobe set out on the Plane. You might see things like this and this and this, along with all types of other clothes as well. Handy is going through it, looking for some clothes to get by before he replenishes his wardrobe. He holds a shirt up against his chest as he studies his reflection in a floor length mirror and then quickly tosses it aside, going back to sort through the racks of clothing]

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he loves thwarting MJ!Ten more than things from Handy or robes. I bet he loves MJ!Ten thwarting more than summoning and hookers, too.]

If you say so.

[shrugs]

They look good, either way. It's been a while since I've seen someone in them. I thought I hated the things, but it actually looks good.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[consider: for the Master's eight hundred years as a renegade, he's spent about twenty-five years in the Doctor's company. The other 775 years were spent in summoning and with hookers]

I always thought the Valeyard wore them well. Even that hat.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[consider: the Master shouldn't have given up those robes :|]

Well, everyone has to have at least one thing going for them, that would be his I suppose.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[let it go, goddammit]

Sartorial elegance?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[like he let those robes go?]

Yes. We'll give him that one.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[I'm not talking to you anymore.]

He was also quite eloquent.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[whatever, he loves the Master still, so the narration will just sigh]

Well, you seem to think more highly of him than I imagined.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

We spoke before your trial.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[he's not sure how to react, so he just goes back to looking for clothes]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[grins]

How about a nice, dark blue? Prussian, maybe.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

[hesitates]

Any particular reason?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I like you in dark colours.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Really?

[takes a moment to think this over and then seems to accept it at face value]

Oh, well thank you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[good, because it was given at face value]

I still need a cloak.

[is now straightening out all the folds to make them perfectly perfect. Let him have his order-obsessions]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[it better be. meanwhile, he just gives him a look]

Am I meant to find that for you as well?

[ADD+OCD=OTP?]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I want a black one.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I didn't realize I was taking requests now, too?

Anything else while I'm at it?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

A White Ballistic.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Unless there's a bar in here I somehow missed, I don't think I'll be able to help you with that one.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

There's the Astral Bar.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah, but we're not there at the moment. Or is that meant to be an invitation?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You mean, am I asking you out on a date?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Or I mean, are you asking me along to the pub?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm asking you out on a date. Grab your gun and hurry along.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[pause]

Hold up and let me just take all this back first.

[drops and takes the wardrobe with him and then promptly returns to the Plane]