themasterinthetardis replied to your post: themasterinthetardis
I suppose I could accept, though I’m not entirely sure Captain Harkness would approve.
Kiss on the cheek won’t hurt, dear.
I don’t think it will. -Allows the kiss on the cheek with a squinchy-eyed smile.-
I attempted to write on it, but…handwriting and all. Plus icing isn’t very forgiving when it comes to trying to spell out things. Sorry for the mess. *he moves to put his jacket on the back of a chair and sits, hands in his lap, really just trying to take it slow with him right now.*
-The Master eventually just gave in after picking at the icing in silence for some time and brought it along with him as he moved to sit at the table with the Doctor. He nibbled at it before focusing on the man across from him.- You didn’t take care of your face? Really, Doctor, I thought you would at least put some ointment on it.
thedoctortheoncomingstorm submitted:
-This was unexpected, yet incredibly sweet and a small smile crept across the Master’s face before he leaned against the Doctor and sighed out contentedly.-
…I dunno. Thought you’d might like a cupcake. *smiles a little* It’s Red Velvet.
-Rassilon knew that he hadn’t been eating, and honestly it did look rather good. At least the man had tried, so the window was closed and the door was open.-
*he moves inside quickly, setting the cupcake down on the counter as he walked inside, taking off his shoes out of respect to the man and his house* It’s cream-cheese frosting. Really good…
-The Master closes the door behind him and moves over to the counter to look at the cupcake and attempt to stave himself off of eating it.- Did you try to write on it or did you just have issues with the icing? -He asked as he poked at it slightly.-
I feel that’s likewise, Theta. I don’t even remember what that argument was really about. Obviously important then, and clearly powerful enough to disrupt us even centuries later. It must have been something so small.
No, I am certain I put everything in place and waited for you.
Are you implying that I am lying to you and let up on my part of the bargain?
No, I believe we have had a slip up in communication and whoever fault it is doesn’t matter.
Then no matter whose fault it is, the plan disintegrated. I do hope that you will be more organized next time Mycroft. If there is a next time.
…I dunno. Thought you’d might like a cupcake. *smiles a little* It’s Red Velvet.
-Rassilon knew that he hadn’t been eating, and honestly it did look rather good. At least the man had tried, so the window was closed and the door was open.-
thetenthdoctah replied to your post: *has come with apology cupcake ;;*
I came to give you this. As an apology for being an inconsiderate dick.
Says the one who was shoved into and dragged through the dirt.
Well, this is for before. Not listening to you, your needs, not noticing it… I’m sorry. *holds out the cupcake*
-The Master sniffs in the cupcake’s direction and doesn’t smell anything out of the ordinary.- Why would you bring me that though?
thetenthdoctah replied to your post: *has come with apology cupcake ;;*
I came to give you this. As an apology for being an inconsiderate dick.
Says the one who was shoved into and dragged through the dirt.
((You lucky face you! I’m over here in California where the sun always shines even when it rains and I combust into flames the moment I step outside.
Also, I saw that shipping thing. I’m not entirely sure how that would work.))
OOC: Pah! I’d much rather be in California. Even though it’s been quite warm here, actually, which is a first.
HAHA, yes, I had no idea how to go about that. We can just shoo it away into a corner if you’d prefer. Oops.
((How about we trade then? I freaking love the cold.
We could try, but I’m one of those RPers who just writes for their muses. The Master is uncooperative and rather volatile as a muse, so. Might work somehow, who knows.))
themasterinthetardis replied to your post:
((6am? Where are you bro?))
OOC: Enguhland. Tea and scones and whatnot.
((You lucky face you! I’m over here in California where the sun always shines even when it rains and I combust into flames the moment I step outside.
Also, I saw that shipping thing. I’m not entirely sure how that would work.))
-Opens the window in the kitchen and looks out at him.-
You are probably the person I was expecting to see here. What do you need, Doctor?
No, I am certain I put everything in place and waited for you.
Are you implying that I am lying to you and let up on my part of the bargain?
-He glances at the pages as the Doctor looks through the notebook, moving closer to and putting an arm around him as he did so.- Did I really? Certainly makes a change to the current standard of things, though I must admit that I would have much rather grown up with you rather than without you. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately.
Is that so? -The Master asks as he takes off his coat and goes to hang it up in the closet, carefully removing the vortex manipulator after doing so. It was placed in one of the dresser drawers before the Time Lord moved over to the other. His actions were shameful and uncalled for, and he did feel some remorse in the way he’d handled things. He was afraid of snapping at him and losing him, as it seemed to be the theme of the day.-
What’s in it? Obviously not notes unless it’s a very early one. You seemed to get increasingly more tired of that place the longer you were there.
Do excuse me for intruding, but is everything all right?
Unfortunately I sort of already did that to another version of you. He’ll most likely never speak to me again, and I have to admit that if he’d shown even the smallest bit of care or appreciation, that I wouldn’t have done that. Yet every time I go to speak with him, or humour him, it ends badly with children crawling all over me. So I’m done with that.
Also, I’m not going to scream my head off at you because I don’t exactly know you very well, do I? Not this you. Perhaps another version of myself would relish in your offer, but I would not. I do appreciate the sentiment, though.
