027 [accidental video]

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[When the screen first pops on, all that can be seen is a black nose. There's some sniffing at the camera, before the owner of said nose sits back--it's Koschei the kitten, who appears to have turned on the PCD by himself.

Another thing of note on the screen is in the corner of the image, where the Master can be seen sitting on a bed, holding a blood soaked rag to his ankle. He's talking to himself, clearly not amused.]

Who puts a bloody bear trap in the middle of the damned street.

[Koschei looks back at the Master before turning back to the camera, staring at it pointedly until it times out.]

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...Play cards with our kittens. [Just. Staring. Judging you hard, Doctor.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Theta beat me at poker the other night.

[He grins.] I'm joking.

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You're such an idiot, I wouldn't be surprised if you did get beaten by a cat. [Eyeroll, and he starts to hobble his way up the stairs, nodding for the Doctor to follow him if he'd like. The cats already are.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Sure you can manage the stairs by yourself? [He's following close behind just in case.]

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I can handle a simple flight of stairs just fine.

[Though it is difficult. His leg really isn't cooperating much.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Whatever you say, Master.

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[Yeah, yeah. He manages to somehow get up to the second floor and to his room, the cats following close behind him.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor follows too, because apparently that's the thing to do.] Don't...move anymore.

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Worried for my health? How sweet.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

It's not going to heal properly if you keep moving. [slight scowl] I'm only doing it so I don't have to take care of you for longer than I have to.

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You're my Doctor. Not my doctor, or my nurse, for that matter. Though the thought of you in a stereotypical nurse outfit is quite amusing...

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Try hard as you want, Master, I'm not going to dress up for you. [amused smile]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Aw, but a miniskirt would go so well with those long legs of yours.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[Ngh. Master, you are a horrible person. His cheeks heat up and he clears his throat awkwardly.]

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Awwww, you're blushing!

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

I am not! [scowlpouts, and of course his blush deepens.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

So adorable. [He hobbles over, pinching his cheek.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[And that's met with another scowl, his cheeks flaming up worse than ever.] Oi, no getting up for you.

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Make me. Aw, you're a tomato.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

No I'm not. [scoooooooowl.]

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Yes you aaaare.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Am not!

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Adooooorable!

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Shut up!

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Maaaaake meeee!