queencfevil:

masterfulxrhythm:

A resounding snort. 

       “Which one?  About five different faces have produced memorable
        eyebrows with a life of their own.”  

“Well, you are quite right about that.  But even though his dandy version brings me very fond memories, I must say the grumpy Scottish owl one.”

The Master laughs uncommonly softly; it’s a pained laugh, and the grimace of his features makes that plain.

      “And here I was thinking about the Estuary Englishman with the 
       porcupine hair. We all have our first Doctors, now don’t we, sis?” 

       “Bollocks. Now I’m all glum and dull.”