06; I'm taking it slow [feeding my flame]

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[The Master appears on the plane looking rather displeased, of course, that is quite a timid way to put it after the time he's had here since being so graciously released by their hosts (torture, the Valeyard and monkeys, oh my!). He looks around, jaw clenching and unclenching as he pulls the hoodie he is wearing over his suit off and puts it over

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[the Doctor spots the Master from a ways away, but doesn't say anything yet. just...follows him to the bar and quietly closes the door behind him, then spots the hoodie. he speaks softly, calmly, in Ceressian]

You really should leave the hoodie out of the ensemble. Doesn't do you any justice. [which is so not what he wants to talk about, but hey, small talk works for a reason]

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[ignores the sarcasm implied with that reply and starts pouring out the drinks instead!]

Ah well, didn't think you did. Here! Have a cherry! [holds a maraschino cherry out by its stem, grinning]

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No thank you.

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[he shrugs and bites the cherry off, tossing the stem into a rubbish bin] Don't know what you're missing.

[sets one of the banana daiquiris down in front of the Master. there's an opening somewhere amongst the frou-frou decorating the drink, like a couple umbrellas, sparkly things stuck into thin straws, and bits of cut up fruit]

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[dryly] I'm certain I'll bemoan my existence over the loss later.

[he just stares at the drink for a few seconds before picking it up and pulling all the bits and bobs and shiny things out of it and throwing them away. only then does he try it, grimacing only slightly.]

And you were complaining about what I was drinking?

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[tries a bit of it himself] Well...I might have been a little overzealous with the rum. [a pause] Or was it the triple sec...? [checks the bottle, a little sound escaping his lips] Quadruple sec. Well, what's one sec more? [takes another sip, amazingly missing getting stuck in the face with any of the drink adornments]

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[is that a sigh? perhaps but he does take another sip, this time without any reaction to the drink.]

Only you would do something so careless as that when trying to make a specific drink.

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So it's a bit stronger, who cares? [rolls his eyes] Besides, if you'd taken that cherry, it would have made the drink just that much sweeter and would have cut the taste of it a bit, but nope! You refused! No cherries for the Master.

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It doesn't need anything else to sweeten it, it's far too sweet as it is. If this is the sort of thing you regularly drink, there's no way those teeth of yours are going to last this regeneration.

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Oh yeah? Well! Lucky for me, I don't have these all the time and besides, I made it through my fourth with all my teeth intact--and jelly babies were part of my vital food groups back then!

[takes another sip]

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With that ridiculous scarf you wore I'm surprised you lived long enough without tripping over it to beat the tooth decay.

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And next you'll be taking the mick out of the suit I wore in my sixth incarnation and say how you're astonished I didn't incite a panic just at the mere sight of me and the mismatched patterns? Hmm? Or maybe the question mark jumper? That thing was warm, I'll have you know!

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Seems I don't have to waste my breath on those, you've sorted it out all on your own. Your powers of deduction are astonishing.

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[takes a sip] Of course... If we're talking about dodgy fashions, I do remember a cape of yours; made you look like you were from Transylvania, not Gallifrey.

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And you're one to talk with the red and purple silk one in your third life? Please. [takes another sip of his own drink]

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Says the one who looked like he worked at a mortician's in--what was it? Your twelfth? Thirteenth? Blimey, I've lost count with you. [takes another sip]