[Thread] "Cake or Death," you say? Why can't it be both?
Characters: Yami no Bakura (OU), The Master (OU)
Where: The Mess Hall
When: After this
Summary: The Master goes to eat ice cream cake with Yami no Bakura. What follows can only be speculated upon.
Warnings: Ice cream cake, two very, very egocentric individuals, some mild sulking courtesy of the Master and Yami no Bakura's charming personality.
The Master did not care that the Doctor had said that he was 'disappointed' in him. The Master really, really didn't. Actually, the Doctor should be proud of him, for being able to maintain such perfect control. Not that the Master cared what the Doctor thought of him. He just thought it was really, really stupid for the Doctor to be disappointed in him after he, the Master, did something so well. All was going according to plan, so the Master was quite pleased with himself.
Really.
And the Doctor's statement, of course, had absolutely nothing to do with the Master destroying random things in his room. It was just that the drums were a bit loud and he needed a distraction. Any sort of distraction would do, preferably one accompanied by some sort of food.
A distraction did indeed arrive in the form his specially ordered ice cream cake. Picking it up and walking off to the Mess Hall to meet that fellow he'd been talking to, the Master managed to force a bounce into his step. He set the cake down, grapped the appropriate cutlery and dinnerware, and awaited his new companion's arrival.
Where: The Mess Hall
When: After this
Summary: The Master goes to eat ice cream cake with Yami no Bakura. What follows can only be speculated upon.
Warnings: Ice cream cake, two very, very egocentric individuals, some mild sulking courtesy of the Master and Yami no Bakura's charming personality.
The Master did not care that the Doctor had said that he was 'disappointed' in him. The Master really, really didn't. Actually, the Doctor should be proud of him, for being able to maintain such perfect control. Not that the Master cared what the Doctor thought of him. He just thought it was really, really stupid for the Doctor to be disappointed in him after he, the Master, did something so well. All was going according to plan, so the Master was quite pleased with himself.
Really.
And the Doctor's statement, of course, had absolutely nothing to do with the Master destroying random things in his room. It was just that the drums were a bit loud and he needed a distraction. Any sort of distraction would do, preferably one accompanied by some sort of food.
A distraction did indeed arrive in the form his specially ordered ice cream cake. Picking it up and walking off to the Mess Hall to meet that fellow he'd been talking to, the Master managed to force a bounce into his step. He set the cake down, grapped the appropriate cutlery and dinnerware, and awaited his new companion's arrival.