The Doctor {tenth} (
timey_wimey) wrote2008-01-12 11:47 am
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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.
Didn't look like he had much of a choice in the matter, really.
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...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.
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"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.
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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.
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"Are you quite comfy up there, or what?"
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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."
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((Lame tag is laaaame.))
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He looked down at his hands, fiddling with the overly long sleeves.
"So now what, hm?"
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"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... -_-))
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"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."