[There's the sound of rustling far too close to a microphone, as if a thumb is being rubbed across it, mixed with ambient noise. The thudding of heavy footsteps and heavier breathing, the clatter of a glass bottle, the squeaking of some unholy thing in the dark. In fact, it sounds suspiciously like the Master is butt-dialing you
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Who wants to know?
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Someone who knows him.
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[The Master settles back against the wall.]
He's here, isn't he?
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so she settles on one word. one simple, entirely too complex word]
Master.
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Ah. There's someone who knows how to address me properly.
Go on. Show yourself. No fair hiding.
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It is your name, after all.
[see how she ignores that second part?]
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[you know, of the mental variety.]
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If you do need some medical, I could call an ambulance for you.
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No, I don't. Do I?
But you, on the other hand...
[He grins.]
You look delicious.
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You know... I think I do. Why don't you come help me?
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Where are you? If you're injured I can take you to the hospital. You're also going to need to find shelter before it gets dark.
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