The Master//Doctor Who// Bartype
His fingers tap on the bar top, a rhythmic earworming four beats.
tapity tap
He doesn't know whether to laugh or burn in anger. His greatest... foe, yes, we'll go with foe, finally neutralized and the cause of the end of the universe. The irony is wonderful. Especially since it came at the hands of his enemies joined together in a common cause.
Yet.
tapity tap
Yet.
tapity tap
He had Nothing to do with it. Of all the people, all the beings through the end of time and beginning of it, it was HIS right to destroy the Doctor. HIS and no one else's.
And the beats, the drums, tapped on.
tapity tap