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[and here is the Master, checking up on his favourite member of the law enforcement]

Something amiss, Mr. Hunt?

[doesn't answer immediately, then just glares] Go away.

[he doesn't give up, of course, never has. Gene may work for him now, but he does still enjoy bothering the man just a bit, prying into his business]

No, I don't think I will.

It wasn't a bloody request, Frenchie. Get the hell away from me.

[he smirks]

You didn't mind my company last time... now come off. I'll find out what's wrong one way or another.

I've never not minded your company. Now shove off before I hack off your legs this time.

You wouldn't, Mr. Hunt. You're too much of a good man. You're no killer.

I don't have to kill you to make sure you can't bloody well walk anymore, now do I?

Hacking off legs involves potential death via bloodloss.

[he glances to Gene's paper]

Now, you know there's no point in keeping things from me.

Or just leaves you a gimp.

[stuffs it away] Shove off.

No. Just as much as you dislike listening to me, I dislike listening to you. All your protesting is for naught.

We'll see. [and he's off, walking away from you, Master! how's you like them apples?]

[he has no intention of giving you what you want, Gene, so have the Master tailing you, and, for all purposes, making his presence known just to be a jackass]

[this is why he hates you, Master. because you're like a cockroach and just won't go away. let's see you follow him off the Plane, then. random street, ho!]

[he snarls and drops off the Plane as well; it'll take him a bit to find Gene, but oh, being able to track Gene by scent alone is so utterly helpful. you have a few Master-free moments, Gene, use them wisely~]

[Gene? uses the moments to go find where his wife's staying, though he doesn't approach, nor talk to her. he just checks it out quickly, crumbling the note up angrily, then turns and starts heading toward his own house, intent on spending the evening alone with a bottle]

[and he's caught back up, though now he's carefully tailing Gene, watching for anything that would give the reason for the man's mood away. he won't admit it, but he does get concerned over the people who work for him - in the sense of he prefers them useful rather than moping and ineffective]

[if Gene knew you were thinking he's mopey and ineffective, he'd punch you, Master. as it is, he just makes his way back home, letting his anger stew, rather than being hurt by his wife's decision (after all, he knows she'll be back, damnit), and about yanks the door off its hinges as he disappears inside to find his damn whisky cabinet]

[awww, but its his way of being concerned for you~ he just wants to make sure, Gene! but anyway, he follows Gene right up to the man's house and promptly invites himself in. he's allowed to do that, after all; then he simply waits for Gene to show himself]

[he does eventually, drinking from a whisky bottle, though he doesn't notice the Master right away, instead walking through the house, looking at pictures and such before throwing at least one to the ground. then he makes his way to the den, sinking to the sofa and holding his head in his hands]

[the Master eases his way into the den]

You know, alcohol is a depressant. I doubt it'll lift your spirits.

Bloody fucking hell, what are you doing here?

[he smirks] I followed you. I've been standing in the doorway for a few minutes, actually.

[hatreeeeed] Well get out! I'm not having you filthy up my house you piece of shit!

No. I'm interested in what has managed to bother you - don't act like you aren't, I can smell it.