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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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[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]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he assumes he has permission from the voice in his head to go out on a date. Not that he would care if he didn't, but come on, it's Handy. Handy needs more dates. This is an act of kindness. Sort of. So, date time!]

Come along.

[There is no hand-holding on the Master's dates. TO THE ASTRAL BAR!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Handy does need more dates! It is a very much appreciated act of kindness]

I'm still complete rubbish at making those things. I've tried a couple times, and they never seem to turn out right.

[Fine no hand-holding. TO THE ASTRAL BAR THEY GO!]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You'll have to try more, then.

[Cue Wizard of Oz music!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

If at first you don't succeed?

[They're off to see the Astral Bar....]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Then continue until your Lord and Master is satisfied.