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[an irritable, dishevelled, bruised Doctor pops into existence alongside a large arm chair, a disarming bright blue in the darkness, and a white hat stand that gleams in the starlight]
Simple. It was supposed to be simple, and quick, but of course it never is, not when I really need it to be, and now...
[he continues to mutter under his breath as he shrugs out of his coat, leaving behind a white, silk dress shirt, and his hat, hanging them both on his hand stand; then, abruptly, he drops into the chair and closes his eyes]
((The Doctor is in a bad mood. Or is he? Come bother him! He doesn't bite, that's what the Master is for.))
Simple. It was supposed to be simple, and quick, but of course it never is, not when I really need it to be, and now...
[he continues to mutter under his breath as he shrugs out of his coat, leaving behind a white, silk dress shirt, and his hat, hanging them both on his hand stand; then, abruptly, he drops into the chair and closes his eyes]
((The Doctor is in a bad mood. Or is he? Come bother him! He doesn't bite, that's what the Master is for.))