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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Handy's narrator is fail at the moment and failing to think of things to say. So long story short, we find our hero hanging about in the Astral Bar. Alas he seems to be drinking alone though, and that is shameful and sad.

So obviously someone needs to come along and keep him company.

He is behind the bar, trying to figure out what he will be drinking. Being chained to Kisha!Ten was a pain in the behind, to say the least. But now he is FREE! And thus he is chilling at the Astral Bar, celebrating his freedom and things.]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I want to see him grovel for forgiveness before I give him even that.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[shifts uncomfortably, spinning his seat a bit so he's facing the bar straight ahead and he takes another sip of his drink]

Right. Of course.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[gaze unwavering, voice calm]

It bothers you, doesn't it?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If you don't know what I mean, it means there's more wrong with you than I thought.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

More wrong with me than you -

[pause]

I just want to make sure we're both on the same page, that's all.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Assume that we are.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks over at the Master and after a small pause]

Fine then, yes.

[sighs then looks away again in front of him and away from the Master]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid sweet little lies just won't work between us, Doctor.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[shoots the Master a look, his voice a little more aggravated than he intended] How is that a lie? You asked if it bothered me and I said yes. If I wanted to lie, wouldn't I have denied the fact?

[turns away again, taking another sip of his drink]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[smiling, spinning his glass in his hands]

Lies about who and what I am. Lies about all the things I do and want to do.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks at the Master] I think I know. Just have a hard time remembering at times, I suppose.

[quiet for a moment, a pause where another statement would've gone, but he doesn't saying anything]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[looks at him steadily]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[shifts a little uncomfortably]

What?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I think I should be asking that.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I don't even know what you're on about.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[scoffs]

Why do I bother? You'd cry if I said I disliked your hair.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What? I would not!

[runs a hand through his hair a bit self-consciously before he can even think about it. He pulls the hand away quickly, resting it on the bar and tapping his fingers a little.]

Just have out with it if you like.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master just looks at him before taking a LONG drink of his drink]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You know you're just dying to say something, but have it your way.

[takes a sip of his drink and he none too subtly is going for the topic shift]

Have you noticed there've been quite a few blasts from the past popping in as of late. Bit weird all at once like that, I wonder what that's about.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

After all the time I've spent here, I've concluded that it's entirely random.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Really? You don't find it even a bit odd that two Time Lords and another Doctor seem to appear within the same week nearly?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Do you find it odd that we won't really notice if they stop coming?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[quiet for a minute]

We'd notice. I would notice.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Would you? Things just fade out here.