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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]

[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]