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[RL con el Master - Time Vortex poisoning! :(]

Well if this didn't beat just about every other situation he'd ever found himself in. Trapped, Vortex poisoned and stopping everyone from getting anywhere and not just him, and just to put the icing on the cake, the universe's biggest psychologist's field day out to get him.

Didn't look like he had much of a choice in the matter, really.

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Not that he hadn't been expecting him, but the Master's bursting through the clothes did surprise him. A little bit. Not that he was ever going to admit that later.

"Okay, fine, you win," he said, catching himself on a part of the coral-like TARDIS supports and making a mental note to get more barriers put in the room. Survive a 30 foot fall he may be able to, but it still hurt when you were peeling yourself off the ground.

"Should be something in here for you. Well, somewhere. Well, hopefully."

The Master grinned beatifically at the Doctor's little conceding. He nearly swooned with it.

"Ahhh, I love to hear you say that..."

He swung around dreamily, oblivious to the Doctor's near-fall, and began to flip through the rack.

"Something comfortable, yeah?"

He was feeling rather chuffed with himself right now, for some reason. Probably thanks to replaying those words over and over inside his mind, savoring it, even if it was just a tiny outburst.

He came to a leather-vest-and-chaps cowboy ensemble, gave the Doctor a look, and kept going.

"Ooh look, thermals," he said as he pulled out a dark long-sleeved shirt.

The Doctor watched him with an expression somewhere between fondness and exasperation. Alright, don't mind me, he thought to himself. "Someone's easily pleased," he murmured.

"I have thermals?" he said vaguely, almost like filing away information for later use. "I forgot about those..."

"I am a simple soul~," he crooned in a sing-song voice. Along with the dark overshirt, he pulled out a white t-shirt and some jeans, slinging them over his shoulder.

He turned and looked at the Doctor, pouting slightly in thought.

"...Should I go in a corner to do this," he asked flatly.

The Doctor shook his head. Simple in what way, he wondered dryly, but thought better than to voice this thought.

When he heard the Master's question, however, he blinked, sure he had misunderstood. Then he began to look quite alarmed. "Errm. Yeah! About that. There's a sort of - changing room thing through that door there. First one up the ladder, you can't miss it." There was a slight note of alarm in his voice, because really? He didn't put it past the Master to start undressing there and then, just to spite him.

The Master gave him a sidelong glance. He was terribly tempted to undress in front of the Doctor, just to spite him. See him squirm. It'd be funny.

...Instead he huffed, shook his head, and walked off to the changing room.

"I won't wait up for you," he called over his shoulder.

The Doctor had begun to breathe a sight of relief before what the Master had just said sunk in and he froze. What. No. He couldn't have meant it in that way. He shook his head and frowned at the other Time Lord's retreating back.

"Well, it takes all sorts I guess," he muttered to himself before pulling a t-shirt, shirt and trousers from another rack and shuffling off to another section of the wardrobe, tugging off his jacket as he went.

The Master meandered down the steps a short time later. He stopped in the middle of the spiral staircase and sat on the handrail, gazing at the TARDIS. Ah, but he missed having one, even if Coral wasn't his favorite look.

He let himself fall backward, hanging on to the railing with his legs. He put his hands behind his head and hung there for a while, just thinking, waiting for the Doctor.

The Doctor wasn't long in returning from getting changed himself, buttoning up the shirt as he walked in. Looking up at the staircase, he stopped short for a minute, blinking at the sight of the Master draped on the stairs. Then he raised his eyebrows and walked until he was directly below the other man.

"Are you quite comfy up there, or what?"

The Master tilted his head to look down at the Doctor. He hadn't hung like this since he was a child, climbing trees back home. He supposed it was nostalgia that possessed him to do it now.

He furrowed his brow. "I used to be taller than you," he said moodily. He hefted himself back up and walked down to meet him.

"Fits, I guess," he sighed as he tugged at his shirt. "Bit tight, bit long, but you're a string bean this time around so I'm not surprised."

"Errm. Yeah, you did, didn't you?" he said, a small smile curving his lips. There was one perk to this regeneration. His eyebrows shot back up into their earlier position. "And oi, less of the string bean. S'not as if I haven't eaten or anything... actually... no. Well, you know what I mean, it was still uncalled for!"

He chuckled and grinned wickedly. "You know your hair's not gotten better with time either," he teased. "Honestly, what is that? Did it just regenerate like that or have you been sticking your head into the Time Vortex on purpose?"

The Doctor folded his arms and looked at him with wide eyes. "Honestly, what is it about my hair that bothers everyone? This isn't some sort of - hate campaign or something against my hair is it?" His face broke into an incredulous grin. "It is, isn't it?"

((Lame tag is laaaame.))

He nodded solemnly. "There really is," he intoned. "Actually," he said with a laugh - and stopped. During his year that never was he had enacted a law against men wearing their hair longer than two inches because of the Doctor's ridiculous style. He repealed it on a whim not long after, of course. He didn't mention it out loud, but he thought it, half-hoping the Doctor would see.

He looked down at his hands, fiddling with the overly long sleeves.

"So now what, hm?"

As a matter of fact, the Doctor did see. And other than raising his eyebrows and inwardly marveling at the Master's ability to be completely and utterly petty, he ignored it. As it was, now that they'd both had time to cool off after everything that had happened earlier, he was at a loss himself for what to do.

"Errm. Actually..." he started, awkwardly. Then he stuck his hands into his pockets, staring at a point somewhere over the Master’s head – a sure sign that a long-winded explanation was coming. "Well, this is a rare thing, but for once I have no idea. Food…? No wait, we’ve already done that, haven’t we… games, Earth television… other television.” He sucked in a breath and looked at the Master with a lop-sided grin. “Well, like you said earlier, you’re the guest.”

((Sorry to post and run, my mum's after me again... -_-))

The Master's head popped up at the mention of games.

"Games? What sort of games?"

There was a childish lilt to his voice when he said that, which he caught. He sneered at the Doctor in distaste.

"Had better not involve running around the TARDIS again. That one's old and you're better at it since it's yours anyway."

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