open rp; fast food

[best_served_hot]

The Master had wandered away from the room he had taken as his own. He breathed deep, pinpointing the different people on the base and their locations, so far as he could manage. He thought he smelled something else that was rather familiar and sneered, making his way to the food storage area and opened one of the cupboards and grabbed an armful of

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[rude_not_ginger]

The Doctor sighed, hearing the sound of ripping containers. No one he knew would just eat the raw and frozen packs apart from one, very hungry individual.

"Master," he said, turning the corner and trying to find him. "Master?"

It was very like looking for a very sick child you knew was in the cookies when they shouldn't be.

[best_served_hot]

Oh, he heard it. Yes, he did. That didn't mean he had to pipe up and reveal his location. Maybe he didn't want to even if it made him out to be acting like a petulant child.

But he wanted that other food pack.

So that begged to question whether the food pack was worth dealing with the Doctor. The Doctor would start asking how he was. He would ask if he needed help. He would start whining.

The Master abandoned the fallen food pack and turned to go the other way.

[rude_not_ginger]

The Doctor turned the next corner and called out to the Master again.

"I know you're here, you don't have to run."

If the Master ran, the Doctor would follow. If the Doctor ran, the Master would follow. This was how they were. How they always would be.

[best_served_hot]

Resisting the urge to sigh, he stopped where he'd turned and peeked out around the corner in order to scowl in the Doctor's direction.

"Yes, dearest," he sneered, though it didn't have the same venom in it as it would have before. "You bellowed?"