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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]

[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.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Shields?

[totally focused on making that drink now]

I don't even know what you're on about.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I mean, you're faking an emotion so I can't see how you really feel.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[finishes making his drink]

I'm not fa - I'm fine.

[takes a sip of his drink and then goes to add more sugar]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're always fine, apparently.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

All right, I'm brilliant then? Is that better?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[sips his drink]

Ooh, a bit sharp today!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I did just make you a drink and give you those robes. You could at least be grateful.

[sips his drink]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, but if anyone is going to be getting on his knees and showing gratitude, it won't be the one of us named Master.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Is that what I'm meant to be doing?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It's a conditional, Doctor. If one of us is to be showing gratitude, it will be you. If not, well. Then it won't be you, will it?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Fine.

[sighs]

Well, you're welcome either way, even if you're not thankful.

[takes a sip of his drink]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I never said I didn't appreciate it. Just that I don't feel gratitude.

[it's a distinction, okay?]