[025: Voice] Private to Narvin

[shortsghtedlove]

[His voice is quiet and for the most part he sounds as if he's simply reading a letter aloud. Which he's kind of doing, just without actually having written it beforehand.]

Narvin, I fear that as long as you insist on being intimately involved with an alien, I cannot continue our relationship as it is. Should you decide to [stop this madness] end

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[Filtered to ALL TIME LORDS] (Cause Narvin considers this part of open government record)

[timesbureaucrat]

[What Narvin really wants to say is just "Fuck you, Rassilon." (He spends too much time with Kay. The language is starting to creep in.) But that would be unprofessional. So he sends his pre-written letter instead. He's almost grateful for Rassilon making him angry again, otherwise he's not sure he would have been able to go through with it.]

Lord Rassilon, President of the Supreme Council of Gallifrey and all her Dominions

[rass_bestie]

[His hands aren't fully healed, Rass, kindly don't make him facepalm. Oh, so tiredly.] Rass…

[shortsghtedlove]

Look at this! [And he throws the communicator in Omega's direction, not caring about the pain in his wrists.] I should disperse him if I could!

[rass_bestie]

[Omega catches it.] Which part do you find particularly offensive. [It's said dully.]

[shortsghtedlove]

Read it. [The last paragraph. But now that he's raging, everything is offensive.]