[The Master, just as inspired as everyone else, is on his way back to his flat from collecting supplies for his latest project. And, like a good little multitasker, he's talking into his journal at the same time.]
Jenny, I need to talk to you at some point. My intentions are honourable, I promise. Your dad can be there if you like. And on that note
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Knowing you, this is some sort of trick. Either that, or this place has really gotten to you.
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Oi! This is not a place for sleeping. Stop being ridiculous. Now isn't the time to play up the dramatics.
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[le sigh] What am I going to do with you?
[As such he debates somehow taking him back to the house. But that would require carrying him there. Since he's not mean enough to just drag him. But that would be really, really awkward. Not to mention, the Master might have been packing on the Jelly Babies and it would be terribly sad if the Doctor couldn't carry him due to being one lithe gangly tall-ass bastard. He really doesn't feel like falling on his face. Decisions, decisions.]
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What? Don't tell me you've gone tripping over things.
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Alright, if you need to talk to me in person then you can meet with me at my house. You can pick when. But I'm not willing to meet with you anywhere else. [And she will be inviting her dear father to sit in.]
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Now is fine. [Now that he's had time to rest. I'll be right over.
[Really, he doesn't see why the Doctor can't just do this. It's a joint plan and it's HIS daughter. Bastard.]
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