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soundsofdrums) wrote2011-11-01 09:17 pm
soundsofdrums) wrote2011-11-01 09:17 pm
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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!))
[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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So the Doctor pitches, right?
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Excuse me?
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I'm rubbish at baseball...
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[Taking a breath and making a 'okay, okay' kind of gesture before she leans in, eyes bright. Buckle up, kids, it's explanation time.]
When you two are making sweet, sweet butt love, [have a VERY explicit hand gesture~] I'd bet dollars to donuts that the Doctor's the one bending you over and whispering 'this will only hurt a little~'.
[Sparkle sparkle~!]
Right?
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And then he just proceeds to laugh his ass off.]
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Contrary to his reputation, I always got the impression that only you could hold the keys to his hearts and presumably two sets of balls. It's a great power, kid, with great responsibility.
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[He's never going to stop blushing...Where did she ever get these crazy ideas?!]
No, I...No.
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Be careful with his hearts, Doctor. They are delicate.
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Why is it that all these people keep making assumptions about us?
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