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[endlessdrumming]

[the Master is prowling restlessly through dark alleys - he's not sure how he got back to Earth, exactly, but he's having trouble remembering a lot of things as the virus starts to overpower him. his eyes glow golden in the streetlights as he searches for *something*, trying to resist the urge to drop onto all fours. a sudden movement catches his

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[temporaltardis]

[the Doctor has been following a signal on a small little device and he pops a head round the corner, looking at the Master curiously] Have you lost something? I don't think you'll find it in the bin or anything, unless y'chucked it out and then y'can't have lost it, that'd be silly. You'd know where it was.

[endlessdrumming]

[the Master tries to ignore his sudden urge to go rub against the Doctor's ankles] I was...[he pauses, trying to think of an excuse] But if it was in the bin, it'd be buried under the rest of the trash, and I'd still have to look for it. [he keeps his hands in the bin so the Doctor can't see the claws on his fingers]

[temporaltardis]

Why would you have put it in the bin though, if you needed it? [he takes a small step closer] And why would you put it in a bin outside a Fish and Chip shop?

[endlessdrumming]

[and now he kind of wants to hiss at him] To disguise the scent from nosy Time Lords who might be looking for it.