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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]

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?]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, puppy that I supposedly am, I'm glad it's appreciated at least.

[takes a sip of his drink and actually is glad it's appreciated. he is indeed a puppy.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master grins slightly and ruffles his hair again]

Good boy.

[his own Doctor basically blocks out dog jokes at this point, so it's good to see someone who still gets annoyed by them!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[unruffles his hair and gives the Master a look]

You really are quite good at amusing yourself. I'm not even sure what you need me for.

[another thing the Master should be grateful for, if he was able to feel grateful]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Did I ever say I need you?

[to anyone but Reinette]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[takes another sip of his drink]

Can't say you have.

[and another sip and looks thoughtful]

I think I actually might be getting better at making these things.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It was inevitable.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, couldn't have gotten any worse. Improvement was the only option, I think.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I've met people who've gotten worse. Awful experience; never want to have it again.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Seriously? Well, you have all my sympathy.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Sympathy for the devil? Why Doctor, I never would have thought.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[laughs, because he is a dork]

Even the devil deserves some now and again.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You'll give me my due?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I suppose I'll have to. Perhaps, sometime during that workshop you're hosting on idle hands?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If it's between me and the deep sea, which would you really pick?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Would I have to choose? Couldn't I just find you in the details?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he almost replies with innuendo for that, but this is the wrong Doctor to send keyboard-smashing with a euphemism. The hesitation, however, costs him the beat of the discussion, and he throws up his robe-wearing hands in defeat]

I'm out of English devil idioms.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he will need to have this sort of conversation with his Doctor then? Handy will enjoy that small victory though]

I think I was out as well.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You've spent more time on Earth than I have.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You've spent your fair share of time there as well.