He was in a slick heap on the floor, the smell of butter the first thing he consciously aware of. The smell. It was impossibly silent, an undreamed-of silence
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Well, he certainly looked the part, and the butter wasn't helping any.
And speaking of looking the part, wasn't this one of the Doctor's little pets? Was he here too?
"Oh, that's hardly fair," he said with the pout he knew worked so well on this face. It'd actually been why he'd skipped the beard now and then. "Isn't laughter supposed to be the best medicine?"
"The universe, then. Funny. The strangest things happen sometimes." He grinned, grimly aware of just how strange it could get. "You don't think that's funny?"
"How very quaint. Is that what you are? A wizard?"
If the Doctor was here, he'd warn his little pet soon enough, but for now he was content with trading mild barbs. Even the most sweeping plans for bloody conquest needed warm-ups.
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And speaking of looking the part, wasn't this one of the Doctor's little pets? Was he here too?
"Oh, that's hardly fair," he said with the pout he knew worked so well on this face. It'd actually been why he'd skipped the beard now and then. "Isn't laughter supposed to be the best medicine?"
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It was no fun, fighting off the urge to be smug.
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It's always fun to be an arrogant bastard, though.
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If the Doctor was here, he'd warn his little pet soon enough, but for now he was content with trading mild barbs. Even the most sweeping plans for bloody conquest needed warm-ups.
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