Calm Like A [Reality] Bomb

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master, unlike many other people on the Plane, is in quite a good mood. Though he looks a bit worn, perhaps slightly charred, he is in a very good mood as he drinks a Dark Matter Mixer. It's a drink - really. The Master's good mood means he's sociable.]

So! I just committed genocide and blew up a fleet of warships. How is everyone else today?

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[god the Master is a jerk. have another glare, and then a kick to the shin]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[oh sure it hurts, but the Master knows you looooooooooove him, Handy]

I'm afraid I'm married, though, Doctor.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I -

[fidgets a little, not sure what he wants to say or how to react to this]

You -

[awkward shuffle for a moment, and then he will be attempting another punch to the face - still avoiding the nose, because he's lame that way - to get the Master to shut up]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[catches his fist again] Still predictable, though.

[attempt at twisting Handy's arm behind his back using caught-fist, go!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Time Lord strength means the Master is winning the arm twisty battle, so Handy will just be attempting to use his free arm to elbow the Master in the stomach]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[oh that HURT and the Master will let go of Handy now]

I think you've been fighting me more, of late.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[straightens himself up in a bit of a huff, and then sighs]

Have I?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I believe so. You really should get laid.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[flustered and gaping and ........]

I -

[flaily]

You punched me first!

[points to the bruise that is now forming, and the lovely ring impression that ring has left as well]

You started it!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I hope you've gotten shagged at least once since you were .... born, or whatever. Since the start of this - regeneration. Life. Whatever.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[askj;df]

Yes I'v - [adskjlf] Shagging or - [sa;lfkjd] - just - [askldfj;]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[like a teenaged girl who just sensed great gossip]

You have? Really? Who?? When? Why? Oh, you must tell me all the details.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he might be turning a shade or two redder at this point. he's resisting the urge to flail even more, crossing his arms over his chest to keep them from doing just that. he will try to glare, although he sort of wants to keysmash and not look at the Master at all.]

Glad I'm able to keep you entertained.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well I don't see what concern it is of yours, so you can just stop it right now.

[he straightened up a bit, regaining some composure.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[smirks] Doctor.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Rose Tyler?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What about her?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Was she your first?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I still don't see what business this is of yours.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Is that a 'yes' or a 'no'?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

It's a 'none of your business'.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

How many days after you were born did you wait, or did she pounce you first thing you had some privacy?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You don't even need me, I don't think. You seem to have it all sorted out in your mind all ready.