Here comes the Drums

[whodhavesonic]

I.. this is new. They... they are closer... an painful. They've never been painful before.

Why are they suddenly so much closer?

((for those of you who don't know Dr. Who cannon, the Master hears the sound of drums and they are constantly getting closer and louder... but now they have leaped closer for the day and it's hurting him, so he's holding

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[silken_blade]

....

*well, not like she hasn't seen stranger*

[whodhavesonic]

*still just tapping fingers and wincing*

[silken_blade]

Nice beat. Are all your migraines this musical?

[whodhavesonic]

Drums... *wince* are louder than they should be. Too close. *wince* It's really hurting. *seriously trying to smile like icon, but having supreme difficulty*

[silken_blade]

.... *don't bother, she'd just drywall, anyway* I don't suppose aspirin would work.

[whodhavesonic]

*his personality demands it so he is... but it's very pained* Haven't tried. nice to know *wince* that there's so many nice and pretty young ladies here. If you have any, I won't deny it. *wince*

[silken_blade]

*digging aspirin bottle out of her pocket and handing it over*

[whodhavesonic]

*opening it then in a comedic T.V. like process upending the bottle and just consuming like half of what's in there* Blegh.. Should have gotten some water for that. *wince*

[silken_blade]

...... *oh god*

That bad, huh?

[whodhavesonic]

This beat I'm tapping my fingers too? Imagine that against your head and then *wince* times it by the highest number you can count too. *wince* Ugh.

*holding his head in both hands and just... sliding down to curl into the fetal position* S-sorry, sweat heart... I'm not much in a way to dance, so I'll just lie here.

[silken_blade]

*if you weren't obviously in pain, she'd be drywalling at you so hard right now* And yet you're able to crack jokes, so there's hope for improvement. *.... sigh* You should probably lie down some place a little more comfortable.

[whodhavesonic]

C-can't walk. Here is fine. *wince* Besides.. heard... my sense of humor... is one of my greatest *wince* charms.

[silken_blade]

*dryly* I can imagine. Do I need to carry you?

[whodhavesonic]

Help supporting me would *wince* suffice. Sorry we had.... to meet like this... or have we met? *wince* C-can't think straight.

[silken_blade]

*crouching down to sling his arm over her shoulder* We haven't. You can just call me Naoto.

[whodhavesonic]

Harold. Harold Saxon. Prime *wince*... Minister of Britain. *not going to be much use... can barely stand up let alone move*