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He's bored again. The Master feels like neither blowing something up nor harassing the Doctor. There are, however, other people he could harass, and with this in mind he pulls the number out of his pocket ( Read more... ) -
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He hadn't... intended to kidnap the girl. Not at first. But he rather quickly figured out she was lying to him, and it didn't really matter that it was one of omission and small facades - he was bored, he unfortunately had nothing better to do, so he'd used his laser to knock her into unconsciousness. The drums weren't unhappy ( Read more... ) -
He ignored him, holding the phone out of the water as he tried to drown himself.
He was making a luxurious bath for himself, horrible pop music on in the background as the giant tub filled with bubbles. Unnnf, bubbles. Sweet celebration of successfully transpired events! And then, of course, his phone rang. God fucking damnit. He answered the phone after he pulled off his hoodie. 'What!' / 'I would have preferred the ragoon but ( Read more... ) -
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He knew what he was doing. It was so damn obvious and he wanted to strangle Theta for that; the fact it was obvious masked any hurt he could have felt and made him want to scold him on his ineptitude. But he was in a good mood for once. He could still feel Jamie's thumb pressed into the small of his hand and he leaned against the wall, tracing his ( Read more... )