The Master rounded a corner and stopped short. If he'd been human, his mouth might have become inexplicably dry, or his single, puny heart may have skipped a beat-- or simply given the illusion of sinking, or some other ridiculous sappy metaphor. As it was, when he caught sight of the by-now quite familiar blonde girl, his eyes widened slightly and for a tiny moment (although he'd never admit it) he may have forgotten to breathe. But that passed in an instant.
He threw up his hands and sighed, a bit more annoyed than the situation truly called for.
"Ms. Tyler." He regarded her wearily. "I do believe you may have surpassed the Doctor and taken his place as my very own personal bugbear."
Chances were this Rose was entirely new, and would have no idea what he was on about, but he did not particularly care. Honestly, how many copies of this girl was he fated to run into before the universe might begin to treat him a little more fairly?
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Date: 2009-09-27 02:13 am (UTC)He threw up his hands and sighed, a bit more annoyed than the situation truly called for.
"Ms. Tyler." He regarded her wearily. "I do believe you may have surpassed the Doctor and taken his place as my very own personal bugbear."
Chances were this Rose was entirely new, and would have no idea what he was on about, but he did not particularly care. Honestly, how many copies of this girl was he fated to run into before the universe might begin to treat him a little more fairly?