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.]

Comments

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

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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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

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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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

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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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Make me. Aw, you're a tomato.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

No I'm not. [scoooooooowl.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Yes you aaaare.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Am not!

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Adooooorable!

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Shut up!

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Maaaaake meeee!

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor grins, gets up, and shoves the Master onto his back on the bed, pinning down his shoulders with his hands and smirking slightly.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[Hey. He flails a bit, trying to push the Doctor away.] Hmph.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[Nope, sorry, you're not going anywhere. For his skinny frame, the Doctor's surprisingly strong, and his knees are resting lightly on the Master's thighs just to keep him from moving.]

I win~.

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

You claim victory too easily.

[He grabs him by the shoulders, using his weight in order to roll them over so that he's not pinning the Doctor down.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Hey! That's cheating! [He squirms slightly, big brown eyes raising to meet the Master's.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

How is that cheating? [Peeeeeeering down at him.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Because now you're winning. Which means you must have cheated somehow. [He keeps a straight face, adopting something of a pout.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

I can win without cheating. And aw, what an adorable pout.