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The Master: Clowns
There isn't a key in his hand but a promise would have to do. The lips are pulled in a small frown he walks into the place. It wriggled infant-like in the Doctor's mind, rosy colours and freshly growing flowers. Daffodils: it had made him smirk and the Doctor pout. Predictable, Doctor. Whispers of companions and friendship and long conversations made him gag and the Doctor grin.
Again, predictable. He pouts.
He watches from the door, nose wrinkled but the Doctor's crudely dismissed him for the day and told him to stay out of trouble. It stinks. Sweat. And bad food. And human pets. Other pets. Pets pets. It doesn't matter. It stinks. He seizes up those around him. Ape, ape, stupid ape, girl ape. He rolls his eyes, put-upon sigh on his lips as he stands in the back of the room, watching ape eight and ape nine put on the cheery faces.
"CLOWNS!"
( His shout carries, he nods eagerly at the crowd as they turn around. )
Again, predictable. He pouts.
He watches from the door, nose wrinkled but the Doctor's crudely dismissed him for the day and told him to stay out of trouble. It stinks. Sweat. And bad food. And human pets. Other pets. Pets pets. It doesn't matter. It stinks. He seizes up those around him. Ape, ape, stupid ape, girl ape. He rolls his eyes, put-upon sigh on his lips as he stands in the back of the room, watching ape eight and ape nine put on the cheery faces.
"CLOWNS!"
( His shout carries, he nods eagerly at the crowd as they turn around. )