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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]

Waiting for the right time would be more reasonable if your time wasn't limited.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[quiet for a moment]

It still feels wrong though, like cheating nature. One of those "what can never be" type things, but...

[he stops talking. he can't really feel what this is, if it is something that can never be, or if it something that could be, his mind can't seem to wrap around it]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You won't be able to tell until you become a Time Lord.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I guess I won't.

[and goes quiet once more, thinking]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It is, as always, your choice.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[quick to correct, in case the Master thinks that he doesn't want this]

I meant I won't be able to tell until...or if...

[goes quiet again]

What does yours tell you? I know you said I feel wrong now, but me as a proper Time Lord, does that feel right?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It doesn't tell me anything. All I sense is your limitations.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Me too.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You don't have to choose now, of course. I'm very patient, and I can wait centuries, if I must. You don't have that luxury, of course, but I'm sure your own sense of time will decide.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[nods still reeling from the entire idea]

Of course.

[he stares at his drink which has gone untouched since this conversation began. he doesn't think to touch it now]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[now back into his natural nonchalance, he grabs Handy's drink and sips from it]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't move as the Master takes his drink, caught up in thought. after a moment he seems to register that the Master just took his drink, and tries to force himself back into nonchalance]

You're not going to make me beg for that as well, are you?

[an exhausted smile]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No, I won't.

[drinking more. Mmm, white ballistic]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[sighs]

Could I at least have my drink back.

[because white ballistics are delicious and he can think this all over later, he doesn't want to think about it anymore now]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[holds it out to him]

Be my guest.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[reaches out and takes the drink]

Thanks.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Is this the end of our date? I realise the marriage proposal might have been a bit forward, but I feel like we've known each other all our lives.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Was that a marriage proposal? And here I thought you were all ready married?

[and he's not talking about Lucy]

But yeah, I suppose this is the end of our date. Don't worry though, no need to walk me to my door, I can find my own way home.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[gives him a Look, because HE KNOWS WHAT YOU MEANT THERE]

I realise I'm not the sort of boy you bring home to daddy. He'd probably have a bit of a fit.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[gives him a Look as well but decides to make light of it]

A fit might be putting it mildly. Might even lock me in my room and take away the telly.

[it's a joke, but for a moment he pauses, wondering what the Doctor's reaction would be. he doesn't want to think about it though, so he just takes another sip of his delicious white ballistic]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Jealousy, probably. I know that's what pulls my spouse's strings.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well then, I'm really sure the spouse will appreciate you trotting off on dates and proposing marriage on a whim.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If the spouse gets jealous that easily, I shall have to resort to violence.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, I'll just hope your spouse doesn't get terribly jealous.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[grins]

One of them won't ever know.