Five just so happens to be lounging in the lobby with a book and a warm cup of tea. He's reading some prudish little novel he found sitting around and is more or less musing on it's literary form
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The Master had, for the most part, had been keeping out of sight, either locked away in his rooms or merely keeping out of the Doctor's line of vision.
It isn't that he doesn't want to face him, it's quite the contrary, actually.
Stalking up behind the blond, he rests his hands against the other's shoulders and leans in close. "You aways were the bookish type, weren't you?"
Five should have felt him coming, should've known that the nagging in the back of his mind was something too familiar.
The hands on his shoulders startle him, but he doesn't move. Instead, he casually closes the book and tilts his head, looking at the other Time Lord sideways.
... This didn't look like his Master.
"So it seems. Literature really has gotten quite terrible these days, though." He will shift and stand, moving just out of reach of those hands. "What about you? Read anything decent lately?"
It's almost as if he's considering the other man, uncertainty looming nearby.
"Oh me? I haven't had time to read. Lots of things to do, you know." He grins taking a step closer.
"But you don't, do you? You don't know anything about me but I still remember you. I liked this regeneration, very nice. Much better that that mess of teeth and curls you'd been before."
"And what do you think of me," he asks then. "No beard after all, although I think I miss it. Always thought it made me look quite distinguished."
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It isn't that he doesn't want to face him, it's quite the contrary, actually.
Stalking up behind the blond, he rests his hands against the other's shoulders and leans in close. "You aways were the bookish type, weren't you?"
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The hands on his shoulders startle him, but he doesn't move. Instead, he casually closes the book and tilts his head, looking at the other Time Lord sideways.
... This didn't look like his Master.
"So it seems. Literature really has gotten quite terrible these days, though." He will shift and stand, moving just out of reach of those hands. "What about you? Read anything decent lately?"
It's almost as if he's considering the other man, uncertainty looming nearby.
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"But you don't, do you? You don't know anything about me but I still remember you. I liked this regeneration, very nice. Much better that that mess of teeth and curls you'd been before."
"And what do you think of me," he asks then. "No beard after all, although I think I miss it. Always thought it made me look quite distinguished."
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"Distinguished is quite a word for it. Why the sudden change?"
His words are light, almost as if speaking to an old friend, but the sternness in his eyes says something completely different.
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