Calm Like A [Reality] Bomb

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[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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Was too.

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I did not regenerate with a wig on! How could I possibly do that?

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How do you regenerate with an alien in your hair? I don't know.

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[He grabs the Master's hand and sticks it in his hair.]

Look! Perfectly normal, perfectly soft, gorgeous, brilliant hair.

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[he stares at his hands in the Doctor's hair for a bit, because seriously, what the hell]

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[The Doctor sees nothing wrong with this moment and thus is oblivious to what could be wrong.]

There, see?

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You picked up my hands. And put them. In your hair.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

...Yes? That is what I did.

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[pulls his hands away]

No.

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What? What's wrong now?

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Just... No.

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Oh come on! You can't just say that and not tell me!

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[is there any way to explain this? The Master grabs the Doctor's hands and puts them in the Doctor's hair]

See?

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[The Doctor still does not get this.]

Yes and I was proving a point.

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Don't grab me and move me. I don't like it.

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You never like it?

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[snorts] With your abilities, certainly not.

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And what, exactly, does that mean?

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That you haven't much moved my body worth mentioning.

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I beg to differ.

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Ooh, begging? I'd love to see a bit more of that.

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[Scratching out the first comeback.]

That really wasn't what I meant.

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What did you mean?

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This.

[And he'll be leaning in now for a smooth and - in his opinion - satisfying kiss, a hand touching the Master's side.]

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[lifts his eyebrows]

Bit more than that to move me, Doctor.