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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]

No I won't. Now stop being lazy. I all ready made you one.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Sorry, did you just try to tell me what to do?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Please?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[that makes him slightly less adamantly against it]

If you beg, I will.

[he has principles]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Beg?

[rolls his eyes but then folds his hands together, looking as theatrically pathetic as he can muster]

Please, please, please make me another White Ballistic. Please.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not if you don't do it properly.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

That was properly!

And if it wasn't, how would I properly beg?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Pretend I had one of your companions at screwdriver-point, and you knew that begging the right way would make me release them. That is proper begging.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

And my companion today is codename White Ballistic?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Quite so.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[sigh and cue desperation face]

Please Master, just, just give me that White Ballistic. I'll do anything, just please!

[adds in a little beg flail and then breaks out of begging mode]

Is that better?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he considers for a moment, then shakes his head]

It's not sincere.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You're just being ridiculous now.

[sigh again, and now he just wants the Master to make him a damn drink and stubbornness over getting the Master to make it overwhelms pride]

Please, Master. Please?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Hm... close enough.

[so the Master makes Handy a drink!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[and he beams and leans against the bar, watching the Master make his drink. it's a strange sort of victory, what with the begging, but it still feels like one, so he's not going to argue with it.]

Thank you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[when he finishes the drink, he takes a drink from it himself]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow]

All right then, now we know it's not poisoned, so if you wouldn't mind handing it over.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[drinks it] It's so much better than the last one I drank, though. Not sure I want to give it up.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You're going to make me beg again, aren't you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Unless you can come up with a better reason for me to give you the drink.t

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Would reminding you we had an agreement be a better reason?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

That depends on how well you think you can argue the terms.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

This is exhausting.

[sighs]

Simply put, you stated that if I begged you would make me a drink. After three attempts, you finally agreed that my begging was adequate. Then you proceeded to make a drink, which according to our agreement by all rights belongs to me. It was a verbal agreement and by all accounts should be binding as such.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[is amused enough to hand the drink over]

I pity the day you come to trial.

Again.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[takes the drink and has a sip, and it is very good]

And there will be no again, so there's no need for pity.