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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]

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.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[laughs]

That's probably for the best. I don't think she's very fond of me to begin with.

[and he stops laughing after a moment, looking a little uneasy]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I think I just sensed a mood swing.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[studies the Master, as if he's trying to work something out]

It's nothing. Besides that, you have a spouse or two to get home to, I'm fine.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No one is my time's keeper, and I don't have a home. I'll return to the Doctor's TARDIS when I like.

What is it?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

There is no it. It is nothing. All right?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You should drink less; it makes you cranky.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

If you say so, then it must be true.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes and leaves]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[relaxes a little once he is alone and continues drinking his drink and trying to sort out his thoughts which are a bit of a jumble at the moment]