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

[timey_wimey]

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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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."

[timey_wimey]

"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!"

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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?"

[timey_wimey]

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?"

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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 He repealed it on a whim not long after, of course.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?"

[timey_wimey]

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... -_-))

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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."