The Doctor (neverthelast) wrote in whoville, @ 2008-02-03 18:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | neverthelast, ninth |
Open (Mecca's Nine - finished)
When the Master - his Master - had shown up he'd thought being stuck here would go from being alternatingly weird, fun, and boring to just fun. Instead, it is had mostly gotten weirder. Domestic, weird, and not the least bit like a holiday. At least when he been married in his younger days, there had been the endless rules and expectations to guide him, even as he chafed at them. They were making it up as they went along, in every possible way. This was possibly not a good thing.
He'd been puttering around the TARDIS for quite a while, mulling over what they'd talked about in their latest row. Doing his best to take it very seriously. Which is exactly what he'd protested when the Master had all but kicked him out the TARDIS for the evening.
"You're brooding yourself into a snit, and still not telling me what's actually going on in that head of yours," the Master had shot back. "Go take a walk. Have a drink. Talk to someone new. Then come back and talk to me."
He'd have pointed out that whatever they talked about, they wouldn't remember when they got back home anyways, so what was the point. Except, on some level, he was pretty sure thinking that was evidence he was still missing the point.
So here he was, having a drink, turning to the person next to him to have a chat. Maybe it would put him in a better mood.