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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]

Then continue until your Lord and Master is satisfied.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You do enjoy doing that, don't you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Doing what?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you know what.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I might not.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

All right, mister 'Lord and Master.'

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[grins]

I love it when you use my name.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I bet it never gets old, too.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Never ever, my dear Doctor!

Or hardly ever.

Oh no, I'm quoting Gillbert and Sullivan.

[he stops at the bar]

Quick, a drink to remedy my illness. The cure is in the poison.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[opens his mouth to reply, but he can't really say anything to top that, so he just moves behind the bar, and tries to recreate a White Ballistic. He puzzles for a moment, here or there, but he finishes making the drink, and offers it up for evaluation]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master takes the drink and sips from it, considering it thoughtfully for a moment]

Doctor, why is it that you always have to sugarcoat everything? I am beginning to suspect that this is not a failing in your bartending abilities, but rather in your deluded optimism.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Too much sugar still?

[frowns]

Give it here, and I'll try to make one properly.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[surprised; he expected Handy to give up. But, obligingly, he hands the drink back]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he takes a few sips of the drink and makes a face. He takes a few more sips and then gets to work on a new drink, this time going much lighter on the sugar. he offers up the new drink, waiting to see how it turns out]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master considers it, then adds just a pinch of sugar, swirling the drink before sipping again]

It's easier to add sugar than it is to take it away.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'll have to remember that.

So it's all right then, just a bit light on the sugar?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes]

You're a puppy, every last one of you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

A puppy?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

So very eager to please. Yes, the drink is fine. Shall I pat you on the head?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[scowls]

Do what you like.

[sets about making himself a drink now]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[so he does pat Handy on the head!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[stops what he's doing to give the Master a look]

Happy now?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Are you?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[uncertainly]

Why wouldn't I be?

[a beat and he moves back to making a drink, his tone carefree]

The drink is fine, you're pleased, according to you that should mean I'm happy. Puppy or something like that.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

People don't generally use shields when they're happy.