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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]

Perhaps you need your hair cut, then.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Not you, too. [runs a hand through his hair] My hair is perfectly fine.

[he sips his drink, stealing a look at the Master, as if he's trying to figure something out]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[is used to that sort of look]

Who else has been telling you to cut your hair?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[hesitates]

It doesn't matter.

[his hands are all sticky now from the spilled drink that was in his hair]

Also, are White Ballistics like beer for hair? I remember on some program they said washing your hair in beer was meant to be good for it. I wonder if having a White Ballistic dumped on it would have the same result.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It does matter.

And you'll need to shower. I highly doubt beer helps anyone's hair.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[says it with a shrug, as if to indicate it really doesn't matter] Just the Doctor.

[and he wipes his hands on his trousers]

Of course I'm going to shower! I just wondered if the White Ballistic would do my hair any good.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're such a little boy.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What? Why, what did I do?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You and your hair.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I was just curious about the potential benefits. You're the one who spilled a drink on my head in the first place. If anyone here is childish...

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It's you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I was leaning more towards you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Don't; you'll get that drink all over these robes.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

And whose fault would that be? I'll give you a hint and say it's not mine.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're delusional.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Probably.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You admit it!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, I do have my moments of clarity. I'm sure I'm mostly delusional, but every once in a while...

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I doubt that.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, I'd have to have some clarity to be able to admit I can be delusional. A truly delusional man never really knows he's delusional, now does he?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Unless he doesn't really realise he's delusional, and is just saying it to go along with everyone else.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Do you think I'd do that?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not for those exact reasons, but you've played the fool before. Playing the madman isn't that far off.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, everybody plays the fool sometimes.

And madman might actually be a bit more fun, I'd think.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It wouldn't be too difficult for you.