027 [accidental video]

[soundsofdrums]

[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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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Shut up. [He squirms underneath the Master.] Going to let me go?

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Now, why would I do that?

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

You plan to keep me pinned to your bed forever? [Eyebrow raise.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

That does sound rather kinky.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Well now I definitely want out.

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[He's just grinning more widely at you, Doctor.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Masterrrrrr. [But he's grinning now too. Funny how the day started out with him being mad at the other man.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[Oh, how they hop from one extreme to another.]

Yes, Doctor?

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Why are you on top of me.

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Well, if it's going to go one of two ways, this is how it'd be.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Meaning?

[He lets himself relax against the mattress, arms flopping out to the side.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Use your imagination, Doctor.

[Terribly amused forever, okay.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Remind me what the point of imagination is again? [wry smile and so SO not getting it.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

To think of things that aren't happening in reality. At the moment, anyway.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Oh? And what are you imagining now, Master?

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Oh, if only I'd let you in. It just might scare you.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

It's not easy to scare me. [What are they even talking about right now? He has no idea.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Oh? [He leans down, brushing his lips against the Doctor's ear. Right now, it's mostly just to troll him, see how easily he can actually scare the Doctor.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[He shivers slightly, blinking in surprise. He's surprised to find his voice has dropped to something of a whisper.]

What are you doing?

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

What do you think that I'm doing?

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

If I knew, I wouldn't ask. [The hot air grazing across his ear makes him shudder.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

You're so adorably naive, Doctor.

[It's no fun trolling him when he has no bloody clue what's going on--well, this is fun, but--so he decides to pull away, but not before giving the Doctor a mocking kiss on the cheek.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[His breath catches slightly in surprise at that, his cheeks flaming up.]

Oh. Um.

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Um, what? [He moves off of him, sitting down on the bed beside him, changing his focus of attention to the cats. Who are happy to be scratched behind the ears.]

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

[He clears his throat slightly awkwardly and rubs the back of his head.]