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I'm starting to think that I should invest in a coat. Where does one even get a coat around here, anyway? It's hardly as if--

[He's interrupted by a certain other Time Lord blustering his way in. The Doctor skips in, going immediately through the kitchen and rifling through the drawers.]

Master, do we have any paint brushes somewhere? Or rollers? That might be better...

...Why do you ask?

Because I need them. Ah! Here we go!

[He snatches a couple of rollers out of a drawer (what were those doing there?) and dashes back outside, leaving the door open. The Master sighs, mutters "I'm afraid to ask", but proceeds to get up and follow him. He keeps the PCD on and with him as he walks outside to reveal.... The Doctor. Painting the outer walls of the building. Bright blue. Bright, TARDIS blue. The Master stares, practically horrified.]

What in the name of Rassilon are you doing to my house?!

Making it more homey. It was boring before, and when we're done, it won't be!

[The Doctor beams proudly at his work. The Master, on the other hand, practically flails, storming over.]

You're making it look like your bloody TARDIS!

Well, yes, that is the idea. Come help me. This is going to take all day if I do it by myself.

I'm not painting our house this ridiculous color!

Well I am.

...fine. You know what? Fine. I'll help you paint.

[The Master goes over, picking up a brush and dipping it into the paint. He goes to work, painting a series of circles and the like on the wall, stands back, and admires his handiwork.]

...Oh, very funny, Master.

[He scowls at the circles. It's old Gallifreyan, a language lost to all but the last of the Time Lords. The Doctor is a douchebag.]

((ooc: Master is in red, Doctor is in blue. Tags can come from either or both!))

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Yes! Yes, he killed my friend! And-and who knows who else! H-he thought it was some stupid game or something because he strangled my friend and then cut him open and hid something in his chest!

I did no such thing. [He's just giving Sokka a tired glare.] You've yet to provide any proof. So why don't you just leave?

[The Doctor sighs quietly, tired, resigned. His attention flickers back to Sokka.] You aren't going to get anywhere with that. It's best you head home.

[The look he gives the Master is equal parts disappointed and just...sad.]

[Sokka eyes the Doctor for a long moment, then glares back at the Master.] This isn't over. You'd better watch your back... [And now he's going to leave. Enjoy your chat, boys.]

[If he could, he'd hypnotize--no, do worse to Sokka, for doing this. Yes, Sokka was correct, but the Doctor was not to know about this. Once the boy left, the Master turned to his fellow Time Lord, his features and mind alike set in stone.]

I have better things to do here than kill and mutilate children. Don't you dare give me that look.

[Of course he at least tried to reach out mentally, but the barrier there was too strong to overcome without one of them getting hurt, so he withdrew with a sigh.]

What else do you do with your time, Master? Drink tea and play with kittens? [Bitter much? You bet.] That's not how things worked on the Valiant.

[He turned away, trudging back into the house.]

Don't. [He follows him, glaring after him.] No, it's not. Things are different here. I would think that you would know that by now, considering how nicely we're cohabiting.

[He's just not in the mood to deal with this.]

We'll talk later, Master.

Drop the sanctimonious attitude. Even if I did kill that person, you know who I am. What I am. Don't expect me to suddenly fly onto the side of all that is good and justice and mercy.

I said we'd talk later. [He spins around and shoots the Master a dangerous glare.]

Leave me alone. [He pushes his way past the other to his bedroom and slams the door closed.]

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