The Master's first thought was to protest the idea of squatting on the bare ground. This, if anything, had to be beneath him. However, the idea of standing seemed ridiculous to the point of being equally embarrassing, and so he sat.
Almost as soon as he had done so, he could hear the sky open up, and the first drops of rain scatter lightly over the dusty ground outside. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, trying to focus on it-- hoping the noise outside would help mitigate the effects of the sounds inside.
He especially tried not to think of how much sitting in this place reminded him of the grotto, and his prior imprisonment there.
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Date: 2009-10-11 04:52 am (UTC)Almost as soon as he had done so, he could hear the sky open up, and the first drops of rain scatter lightly over the dusty ground outside. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, trying to focus on it-- hoping the noise outside would help mitigate the effects of the sounds inside.
He especially tried not to think of how much sitting in this place reminded him of the grotto, and his prior imprisonment there.