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[demnify]

Characters: Gene Hunt (d1) and the Master (d1)
Location: Somewhere private. :|
Time: Sometime on April 14th?
Summary: Gene and the Master meet up for a discussion.
Warnings: Gene and the Master.

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[theguv]

Against his better judgment, Gene Hunt followed the Master's instructions to meet him, coming alone, but with his gun ready at his side, hidden just beneath the folds of his jacket in one hand, the other thrust into his pocket. He figured he might as well look as casual as possible, see if he could at least throw the Master off

[demnify]

He grinned politely and rolled his shoulders, then gave Gene a quick once over, looking for anything inconspicuous before he began a casual, loose approach. He was pleased overall. Gene Hunt could follow orders; the man deserved a reward for it. Later, though, when there wasn't business to attend to.

"I want you to keep an eye out for something," the Master said rather calmly. "It might be something completely mundane, but I'd rather play it on the safe side."

The Master paused where he stood, only a few feet of space between himself and Gene now, which would have to suffice. The Master pulled up the black sleeve of his suit and partially pulled off his glove, exposing his wrist and the bracelet on it.

[theguv]

Gene quirked a brow. "What, keep an out eye for jewellery shops? You can take care of your own poofter nonsense like that, I'm not window shopping for you, you bloody git."

He was toeing a fine line, he knew, but he hardly cared. The Master had not dragged him out here because he'd decided he looked fetching in a wrist band.

[demnify]

The Master gave him a rather flat and annoyed stare in return. "Could you, for a moment, cease focusing on homosexuality? While I'm certain hyper-obsessing over it is one of your favourite pastimes, I brought you here for a reason."

With that said, he forcibly grabbed onto the bracelet and gave what looked to be a very hard tug on it - without it budging. He proceeded to make a bit of a show of it, attempting, a few more times, to remove it; all of them meeting with failure.

"I would have thought nothing of it if it weren't for this one little feature. It won't come off, regardless of how I try."

[theguv]

"Okay, so a bit of women's fashion's got the better of you. Still don't see the problem here." Gene crossed his arms over his chest, grinning a bit. Yeah, it probably wasn't the wisest thing to keep pushing, but damnit, this was amusing. The all powerful Master, bested by a thin band of gold. Gene wasn't about to let him live this down.

He did, however, feel he should offer something, so he asked: "Where'd you get it, anyway? One of your stupid cats feel like dolling you up, making you a pretty little princess of the pussies?"