RP for eleventh_doctor

[youwillobeyme]

The Master is working on his TARDIS, having totally forgotten the Doctor's odd behavior (well, for now) from earlier, he's also convieniently forgotten he told her to stop by and help. Right now, he's just absorbed in his repairs.

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[eleventh_doctor]

The Doctor approaches the Master's TARDIS, swallowing down nervous jitters. She's wearing a dress (knee-length, red, unlike anything she'd wear while not under the effects of an LOL) she found in her Wardrobe and carrying a few chocolates she'd taken from the table she'd gotten her chocolate from earlier.
The door is open slightly, and she pushes it open the rest of the way. "Hello?"

[eleventh_doctor]

Was that the crying out of a few lone cells of sanity? How sad.

She smiles schmoopily back. She would be very pleased to know he likes her dress because she had to fight the last few pieces of her sanity to wear it. "Can I help you with anything else?"

[youwillobeyme]

"Oh no, my dear. This can wait. Would you like some tea?" The sheer sappy squeeful lurve radiating would normally render him unconscious, but..ah, LOLs.

[eleventh_doctor]

"Yes, I would love some tea. How thoughtful of you." The sappy lurve radiation level climbs higher. A few species may be rendered extinct.

[youwillobeyme]

He happily wanders off to make tea, then.
A few species? Try several.

[eleventh_doctor]

She waits for him in the Console Room, wondering if maybe she should have tried makeup and how do you put on makeup? She adjusts the dress a bit and tries to catch a glimpse of herself in something reflective while she waits.

[youwillobeyme]

The Master returns! With tea and biscuits. One might wonder where he gets all these biscuits.

"Tea!" he beams idiotically.

[eleventh_doctor]

She beams back at him. She doesn't need to know where he gets his biscuits. She will treasure them, because they are from him and listen to the sounds of her sanity expiring.

"Thank you!"