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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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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well glad to keep you satisfied at the very least.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

In this way, if none others.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[there is a moment of a look that says the Master is a total bastard, but he shrugs it off and takes a sip of his drink, looking the tiniest bit smug]

I didn't realize your satisfaction was based so heavily on my reactions. You're just trying to inflate my ego, aren't you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It is such a fragile thing.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

It is not! It's perfectly healthy and stable, thank you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It's half Miss Noble and half the Doctor. It's more unbalanced than the average early 21st century breakfast.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

My ego is perfectly fine, and early 21st century breakfasts are delicious and at times can even be nutritious.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Did you just rhyme?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[frowns]

I did, didn't I?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If only you'd speak Gallifreyan. Then we could avoid this sort of thing.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[sours]

Did you want something?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If you were grapes, I'd spit you out.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, what?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Sour. You're sour. You turn sour at the slightest provocation. It's effortless to get under you skin, which I could hold to the metaphor, but I'd really rather not.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'd rather you didn't either, so at least we're agreed on that one.

And I'm not sour. I'm well....not sweet, I suppose, but something else that is the far and away the opposite of sour.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[gives him a grin]

There is one way to find out.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[confused]

What's that?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

...Oh, don't even bother.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No no, just completely fail to notice. You're not the first of you to do it.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Notice what?

[confused...then looks like he might have thought of something, but seems to shrug it off]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

...Doctor? Is there a spark of intelligence in you yet?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[have a glare and then back to being thoughtful]

You say what it is you meant.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Shan't.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Why?