The Master had to hold himself back from swearing at him. “Hmm, Perfect for hiding, while you, with your lanky long arms are easy to spot, harder to get into the little places.. its why i win at hide and seek.” He shrugged.
“and also, You will also never be the perfect little spoon with that hight.” he comments with a smirk.
“I still maintain that you cheat at hide and seek, and I don’t have to be the perfect little spoon, when I can just be the big spoon.”
The Doctor always lost hide and seek, but not necessarily because he couldn’t hide; just because he got distracted very easily and would end up wandering off or doing something else, and forget he was supposed to be hiding.
“I don’t cuddle anyway. Spooning is unnecessary.”
Another lie.
“Lie.” He poked him in the ribs and rushes past him.
“Lets see then! Ill hide! and you Seek! lets see if you can find me! If you do, you can be the little spoon, if im successful at staying hidden then im little spoon, and you have to admit that being shorter is better.” he grins.
“Count to 100, and no using the tardis.” he winks and rushes off. He makes his way to the Library, to the second floor, to the very corner of the room, up the ladder on the bookshelf, to his secret hide away next to the ceiling in the corner, a place that was WAY too small for some one as tall as the doctor to squeeze into.
Settling down, he plumps up the little cushion he had, covers himself with the blanket and proceeds to read the book he had lying there, waiting.
The master’s smile froze, slipping into a rather fake one as he kept eye contact with him.
“You would never know now, would you, At least i don’t get feathers stick in my hair, Do birds like to use it as a nest?”
“My hair doesn’t attract birds, actually. But if it did, all that would say is that my hair is nice, soft, and looks safe to birds searching for a place to stay. Hardly the worst insult, is it? At least my head is high up enough for birds to see. Yours is so low down it must be practically invisible.”
The Master had to hold himself back from swearing at him. “Hmm, Perfect for hiding, while you, with your lanky long arms are easy to spot, harder to get into the little places.. its why i win at hide and seek.” He shrugged.
“and also, You will also never be the perfect little spoon with that hight.” he comments with a smirk.
“Aww~ and here i thought you would be actually happy to see me.” The Master pouted, having found the tardis on his ‘doorstep’ and the old girl worried over something.
“Now, how about you tell me who you are shouting at and why your tardis thinks that i can help with something, hmm?” he asked walking over and slung his arm around his shoulder… or as best as his short self could.
That voice…. Dark knew that voice. It was the voice of The Master but that couldn’t be. He was long gone. This had to be the voice using his voice, trying to affect him further.
“This isn’t real… Quit messing with my head!” He shouted once more.
Of course there was sane part of his mind, telling him that there was another presence in the room. That the master was actually there. Dark then officially looked up, seeing the other Time Lord…feeling that arm around his shoulder.
“Master there is something wrong with me…” Dark stuttered, shaking slightly, “The voice in my head… it’s always there…taunting, tempting me…”
“Welcome to my world…” he muttered under his breath.
“To do what? what does it want you to do, hmm? How about you sit with me, and tell ya friend, ol’ Koschei, Just what’s doing on in that noggin of yours, yeah?” He Sat down on the couch facing him and held his hands out to him.
“It’s… mechanical. And purring. Bit of a robot cat, it seems.”
“A Robot….. Cat??” He asked confused. “Why would there be a robot cat out here?”
“Don’t be daft, there’s no robot cats, just somethin’ that sounds like one.” Then, however, she looked at him excitedly. “How brilliant would a robot cat be though?”
“By your facial expression, Very.” He smirked in amusement. “Tho i thought you prefer K9.”
Nodding, the Master led him over to the bed and then promptly pulled out their PJ’s setting them on the end of the bed, giving him the choice if he wanted to change into it or not.
Koschei himself, changed into his red silk PJ and got into the bed, pulling back the corner and patted the bed. “Im allowing you to get in yourself.” he told him raising a brow, showing that he would pull him into the bed if he didn’t get in himself.
That voice never shut up, tempting him with all these things that he would have never considered. But every time the influence got stronger and it was getting even harder to resist. So the best solution? Put himself where he wouldn’t be able to act on any impulses, away from the console room.
He went to one of the furthest rooms in the TARDIS, the Library, and hid there. Eventually, he swore he could hear something else…but he was sure it was his mind messing with him.
“I told you to leave me alone!” He shouted loudly at himself.
“Aww~ and here i thought you would be actually happy to see me.” The Master pouted, having found the tardis on his ‘doorstep’ and the old girl worried over something.
“Now, how about you tell me who you are shouting at and why your tardis thinks that i can help with something, hmm?” he asked walking over and slung his arm around his shoulder… or as best as his short self could.
(Continued from Ask) – @itsjustkind – ((Cuddling for ‘warmth’ – Simm))
He rolled his eyes at The Doctor but didn’t hesitate when he was invited to cuddle up on the sofa, promptly cuddling up to him and wrapping his own arms around the man’s waist, head on his chest, listening to his heart beats.
“Hmm, yes, you are very warm. My very own Space and Time heater.” He joked, humming happily.
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