13; at first I feel bad for a while [but then I just smile]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[look who it is! It's a Doctor! Where has this Doctor been? You'll never get him to tell you.]

[presently, the Doctor is looking over several pages of parchment written in florescent ink. All of the paper around him glows as if a lightbulb was behind it. If asked, he might even tell you what he's up to!]

Comments

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

No, I didn't---

[ugh]

[sighs, then gathers up the ink before dropping off the Plane to find him]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he's found himself in a corner of the library, biographies, and is distracting himself with a book]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[after a time, finds him there]

How long are you planning on hiding in here? A man can get old waiting about in a library.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm not hiding, I'm reading. It's not really a group activity. Well, it could be, but not necessarily.

[looks up]

Shouldn't you be overloading something?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[rubs the back of his neck and looks away]

I reconsidered.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[is back to pretending to read his book]

Didn't know you knew how to do that.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I'm an apt learner.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Good for you.

[sighs and looks up at Him]

Was there something else?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[crosses arms]

Why did you give the Master my robes?

[you see that? That was left field! That is the origin of this question!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[and he totally wasn't looking at left field, so he is pretty startled by the question]

What?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The set of robes he was prancing around in on the Plane.

He said you gave them to him.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[and cue defensiveness]

Is it really a big deal? You wouldn't even have noticed they were gone anyway.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Those are my robes! Mine!

He's already got enough! He doesn't need my things, too!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

They could just as easily be mine!

And you never even touch the things! What good is it being locked away and wasted?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

So instead he can parade around in them?

And there's nothing wrong with locking things up! I've got a very long life, if you remember! Going to need something to remember it all!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

At least he's getting use out of them! He doesn't just act like they don't exist until it's convenient for him.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

No, they're all bloody toys to him! He's worse than that cat!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh, they're just toys for him now? Just because something is worthless to you doesn't mean everyone else thinks so!

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Are you defending him?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[wavers for a moment]

Maybe.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Why?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[opens his mouth to respond and then shuts it again, exasperated]

He -

[hesitates, getting more frustrated, because he's not even sure what he wants to say anymore]

- he at least actually wants to have those robes. You wouldn't even have known they were missing.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[either the Doctor doesn't get it, or possibly Handy doesn't get it---in any case, something hasn't been got, and so the Doctor turns sharply to leave the library]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[we can agree they are both thick? He almost says something as the Doctor turns, but then just goes back to reading his book, turning a page with just a little bit of disgust]