“Yes, well, have fun with that, darling. Meanwhile I’ll be situating myself at a suitable distance to laugh at the ensuing debacle.”
The Doctor puffed out his cheeks in childish annoyance. How dare he. Theta of course, pouts.
“It works most of the time!” He protested. “As if you could come up with something better.”
He knew far too well that he could come up with something better, and childishly hopped that he wouldn’t even try.
“I can’t tell if that’s an invitation to be schooled by someone who has long been your logistical superior, but either way, I’m calling your bluff. Move, bitch.”
Says the asshole who made the entire planet himself and then didn’t notice when one of his armed guards was several inches too tall.
*le gasp* “Language Koschie… dont- dontswear!”
He gave him such an outraged look before he moved into the room under the console… 2 minuets later panicked shouting was heard, a cat screeching and then he scrambled back up, scratches all over his hands…
“OKAY! that plan didn’t work…. time for plan B…” When he thought of a plan B…. shit… he wasnt going to admit that he didnt have one…
“ … right, okay. Is that like, the ghost of your dad under there? Your dad was sodding awful.”
The Master rubs throbbing temples, then lifts both hands high, palms forward, and smacks them together for his best friend’s ever-frail focus.
“Oi. OI! Look. You have to tell me what the bloody hell it is. I can’t diagnose and act properly until I know exactly what animal you’ve summoned from the jowls of hell.”
“Yes, well, have fun with that, darling. Meanwhile I’ll be situating myself at a suitable distance to laugh at the ensuing debacle.”
The Doctor puffed out his cheeks in childish annoyance. How dare he. Theta of course, pouts.
“It works most of the time!” He protested. “As if you could come up with something better.”
He knew far too well that he could come up with something better, and childishly hopped that he wouldn’t even try.
“I can’t tell if that’s an invitation to be schooled by someone who has long been your logistical superior, but either way, I’m calling your bluff. Move, bitch.”
Says the asshole who made the entire planet himself and then didn’t notice when one of his armed guards was several inches too tall.
The Doctor looked up at her love in surprise, having been trying to keep her shivering to a minimum. She had hoped she was doing a good job of hiding them… but apparently not.
“Th-thanks K-Kosch…” She then frowned. “But… what about you?”
The blond clutches at his coat, which dwarfed her, keeping it tugged around her. she buries her nose into the fabric, both smelling it and thankful for the warmth.
“Oh, you know me. A positive furnace.”
It’s true, he loves cold weather; it quells the sweltering of his core body temperature, which has always been elevated, but particularly since his botched resurrected in 2009 London.
So he stands in the frigid air, soaking it into his ever-feverish pores, while beaming down at his slip of a lover.
A merry cackle just broils out the Master’s mouth, a defiant sound of mirth. He reaches back to pinch the Doctor’s trim little sides, and then to tickle them.
“SOMEONE didn’t strategize her attack particularly well!” he roars, spinning to grab and more thoroughly tickle her; somewhere in the ruckus that tickling becomes passionate kissing, on the mouth, the cheeks, and especially, her pale soft swan neck.
“Yes well, I suppose it’s a matter of you wanting a passable substitute, or the delicious genuine article that is me.”
Now might not be the most apt time to tell the Doctor that he’s been eating custard creams out of the TARDIS dispenser night and day, and this may be the reason for the slightest plumping of his midsection in past months … .
“Theta Sigma,” the Master greets the Doctor, with feigned propriety, and then he snatches her around the waist, and pulls her close, with a hungry grin.
Icarus 