Oh yes, such a thing would get under the Doctor's skin so much and he knows it well. A faint smirk curls his lips and he rubs her back. "What's the matter, Ester, hm?"

//. I plan to be here more often. I'd love some banter to get my muse going again!

"The war was hopeless; I ran. Does that make me a coward?" • Azterthiareduun • Timelord • • Deserter of the Last Great Time War • • A Doctor Who Original Character • • #Cᴀᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ~                             ♡ & ↻

//. Shit... I didn't realize how many replies I still have to do here...

"Hm. I don't think you have enough blankets or pillows." Sarcasm.

The Master stands there completely unphased by her defensive reaction and instead arches a brow at her. "Mm, no you don't. It's called sarcasm, dear. Why so much bedding?"

Out of curiosity and boredom, the Master shadows her down the corridor towards her father's dedicated room. Not that the Doctor ever spends much time in there. "I was offered a room in the TARDIS, remember? A while back."

He smirks. "Oh yes, it was a good while back. I'm shocked that he never told his own daughter about it. I was surprised that he didn't try to resend the offer when he brought you on board."

Hands tucked in his pockets, the Master wanders back towards the room along with her. From there, he languidly steps along the perimeter of the console, eyeing the various controls. He could. He really could. The Doctor's become too comfortable with his presence as it is.

He nose wrinkles at the idea, though an amused smile takes place. "Friendships are based on mutual respect, interests, and commonalities of which you and I have none. So no, we couldn't be friends."

His gaze rapidly lifts from the controls to the petite blonde on the opposite side of the console. He laughs, an airy sound through his nostrils, and smirks. "Oh I wouldn't dream of it. Especially not with you around."

"What attitude?" he inquires calm and cool. "I'm merely stating blatant facts. If I missed something, oh please do enlighten me."

"Oh would I?" The Master stalks over to the pile of fluffy items. "Big talk for such a small thing like you."

His head tilts off to one side, eyes squarly on the human woman before him. "You say it like it's a bad thing, Posie."

"So," he starts, seating himself on the console chair the Doctor usually sits in, then propping his booted feet up on the edge of the console. "Theoretically, if I were to try and commandeer the TARDIS, /you/ would stop me how?"

He takes slow, calculated steps towards Posie, gaze unyielding. Only when he's mere inches from her does he stop moving, creating very little space between them. Intimidation, always one of the many tactics he resorts to. "Explain."

He glares at Valerie, snatching her wrist the moment her hand meets his leg, and he squeezes. How dare she strike him! "Oh? And yet you have no qualms when your dear father does it. Is it because it's /me/ doing it?"

❤️ and name preferred list for a starter. No named preference will get a starter of my choice. RT to spread the word! Let's have fun!

“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll have that drink now.” || New RP account! Not new to RP/Loki Multiverse, ships with Chem Mature content (18+) Smutless Seen Loki It’s #ChanterOfWords, y’all! RT? ❤️

//. To anyone else that writes an OC: Do you ever have a problem with getting your OC to fit in amongst canon characters, or is it just me? It gets very discouraging sometimes.