"An apology is better than nothing" he defends, hiding his hands and backing away from the incoming invasion of the spineless wonder. And a snail. He doesn’t like snails not even the fancy edible kinds.
"It’s better suited terrorizing you than I am so it can stay. I’d rather not have that in my ship"
A strange look was shot at the Doctor, and he decided to place the snail back where it was. He could easily find it and relocate it later on to move it out of his area.
"Do you know what I would not like terrorizing me in my garden?” he asked as he turned back to the other Time Lord, ignoring the apology. “You.”
-dies in volcano-
-Finally the Master is pleased. He closes the doors and goes back to where he was originally. The dishes are then re-washed and he goes out of the TARDIS and into his garden for a relaxing afternoon.-
-heads to the Doctor's room to change his sheets-
-The Master does not take kindly to the Grey-face entering the room that the Doctor and he share, and before the Grey-face can reach the bed, there’s a blanket going over its head and the Time Lord twists it so that he can yank the damn thing back to the console room and shove it out of the front doors.-
-washes his dishes-
-Instead of immediately starting to re-wash the dishes, the Master follows the Grey-face so that it cannot cause any other havoc. If the Grey-face knows what is best for it, it would be wise for it to leave the TARDIS before it’s shoved out of the doors over an active volcano.-
-does his laundry-
-Is aggravated because he just did his laundry, and now not only has it been done by a Grey-face, but he will have to re-do it once again because the Grey-face touched everything…. that is, unless everything needs to be re-purchased because the damn thing ruined them all while attempting to wash them.-
Torvic watches the older Time Lord walk past. He weighted his options. He could keep fighting with this ape as he tries to find this part for the busted TARDIS he aquried or he could take the risk and talk to his .. traveling brother.
He hits the counter four times proclaiming the mans whole family a product of inbreeding before marching out the door. Who know. Torvic could charm help or parts from the other. if not there are other ways..
It was only when Torvic decided to start following after the Master did he notice the scent of a nearby Time Lord. He paused for a moment to examine the area, and ended up turning back in the direction of the scent, only to see the Time Tot he’d been interviewing before. The Doctor must have let him go and failed to update him. What a pity. It had been entertaining to make him miserable.
"Ok i'm going to say this one more time you stupid beast." The young man growls at the man behind the counter "Gi..." he stops. his nostril flare
The Time Lord rather obliviously walked by the window of the store. Clearly he was focused on something.
Tha’ is cute. ‘m not seekin’ anythin’ except th’ rest of m’little clan and safety away from th’ fuckin’ walkin’ dead.
The ‘walking dead?’ -the Master questioned as he gave her a strange look. Had another universe merged into the multiverse? Though…. walking dead implied the undead, and he’d already dealt with ‘zombies.’ Perhaps that’s what she was talking about. If so, the artifact could stay here for a while. At least until he could get back to his TARDIS and ensure that the area was secure. He didn’t particularly want to clean up the mess made by clawing hands ripping apart flesh.- Mm…. of course. My apologies. I know them by another name. Perhaps your group went the opposite way as you.
Shit, y’jus’ scared me —
You aren’t paying terribly close attention today, are you? I’ve been here the entire time that you and your group have. Perhaps even longer. Are we seeking the same artifact or are you here under other pretenses?