The Doctor scratched the back of his head habitually, a little embarrassed. "Er, yeah. Don't seem to care for cleaning much, this time round," he said apologetically. "Right then."
He turned to one of the myriad cupboards in the place and opened it, peering inside. "Hope you don't mind something simple. Burn toast, me. Well, most of the time. If I'm unlucky." He cleared a spot for the stuff from the cupboard. Sandwiches. He could do sandwiches easy. At least, he hoped so.
((OOC: lame tag is laaaame. AND MAKING TEN DO DOMESTIC MAKES ME SPEND OVER 3 HOURS WRITING A TAG. >:[ I HOPE THAT THE MASTER IS HAPPY.))
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He turned to one of the myriad cupboards in the place and opened it, peering inside. "Hope you don't mind something simple. Burn toast, me. Well, most of the time. If I'm unlucky." He cleared a spot for the stuff from the cupboard. Sandwiches. He could do sandwiches easy. At least, he hoped so.
((OOC: lame tag is laaaame. AND MAKING TEN DO DOMESTIC MAKES ME SPEND OVER 3 HOURS WRITING A TAG. >:[ I HOPE THAT THE MASTER IS HAPPY.))