Ω Seventy Eight - The Doctor Trusts the Admiral Not At All

[rass_bestie]

[The Doctor's mouth is in a thin line.] Nothing's wrong. Of course. Simply another matter of inferior navigation from an inferior creature. I'd suggest you'd keep your eyes open for an alterations, regardless of the Admiral's 'opinion'.

I'd appreciate it, if you would check in, Braxiatel.

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[shortsghtedlove]

[Rassilon growls to himself when he sees that post -- stupid Doctor -- but doesn't say anything. No point. Instead he's waiting for Omega to come -- they'd already sneaked the location of their next meeting past the Doctor, and while he might be early, he'd rather wait here than in his room.]

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[rass_bestie]

[Omega's late, the flood or whatever it was, made the Doctor want to keep control for a some time while he attempted to figure out what was different. Eventually, though, Omega arrives.] I'm sorry I'm late.

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[shortsghtedlove]

[He smiles and shrugs.] It's all right. [Have a hug, Omega.] You're here.

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[rass_bestie]

[Omega holds onto him as if he were a life line, which in many ways, Rassilon was.] I'm here.

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[rass_bestie]

[The Doctor looks at him with a quirked eyebrow.] Very well. Fancied a change?

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[rass_bestie]

Facial Hair Flood. [The eyebrow, it quirks.]