Action! - Master and Fifth Doctor

[celerystyle]

[The Doctor nips out of his cabin and gives a brisk knock on the Masters door]

Master? How are you keeping in there?

[He listens for barking from within.]

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[soundof_drums]

[Once little Lucy begins to yap, the Master's torn between swatting her out of sheer annoyance, and rewarding her for being such a good little alarm. He stares at the little beast for a moment, then gives her a dismissive pat on the head-- that's about as much affection as he'll offer, and the dog seems to eat that up, her entire body positively wriggling with excitement. Pah! The creature has no dignity at all!]

Just fine, Doctor. Just fine.

[He opens the door and offers a grin, which really just makes it look like he's up to something]

Are you after something in particular, or were you simply eager to see me?

[celerystyle]

[The Doctor smiles back, making a point not to allow himself to get paranoid.]

I was just wondering how you and Lucy were holding up.

[As he enters he gives Lucy's head a nice thorough stroking to greet her.]

Well, that and I was wondering if you'd thought any more of what you'd like to do when you get out of here.

[soundof_drums]

She's a pest.

[He looks down at the dog, prepared to give it a small kick, but stops as it licks his shoe, wags its tail some more, and bounds off. How... perplexing. The Master stares after the little creature for a bit, then walks over to his desk. He ignores the Doctor's question for now.]

Care for a drink, Doctor?

[celerystyle]

Nonsense, she's lovely.

[The Doctor walks a little further into the room, he considers taking a seat, then decides to wait to be invited one first.]

No thank you, Master. You are being careful with your diet now aren't you? I mean, I know you've been human before, but... I still imagine it's a tricky adaption to make.

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[The Master rolls his eyes]

Well, she does seem your type.

[He pours himself a glass of scotch, then, and stares at the Doctor]

Sit.

[He says it casually, but with an edge to it, like he's talking to the dog. Then, when the Doctor makes the remark about his diet, the Master scowls a bit]

Of course I am. [He takes a sip, then resumes scowling] I'm not an idiot, Doctor. I know precisely how much nutritional intake a human requires to remain in peak physical condition.

[Nevermind that his condition isn't exactly 'peak' so much as... a bit on the scrawny side-- He'll never admit it!]

[celerystyle]

[The Doctor smiles at being told to sit.]

Oh, after you.

[He gestures, remaining polite despite the edge of unpleasantness to the Masters tone.]

Yes, well, knowing the mechanics of what is needed and actually putting them into practice are two different things. I'm just concerned about you... losing your peak.

[To put it politely.]

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Nonsense. After you.

[It seems neither will ever get around to sitting.]

And if you're worried that I'm going to allow myself to get fat, Doctor, you really don't know me at all.

[After all, human or not, the Master is extremely vain. Unfortunately, there's one thing he hasn't quite accounted for yet, and that's the fact that he can get drunk now. He takes another sip, relishing the taste of the scotch, the slight burn as it goes down his throat. One more sip, and he sets the glass down onto the desk]

I think I would like to start building things again, Doctor. A mind such as mine requires stimulation, after all. [He smirks rather insufferably] And, you must admit, keeping myself occupied with a bit of tinkering would be a way to keep me... productive, in a non-destructive capacity.