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[The Master removes the note the day it's posted without saying anything in return. He removes the nails, of course, as carefully as he can without making a fuss. He's very calm about the whole matter. Well, until the next day when John will find a note stuck to his door as well.]

Hi JC. Don't ever touch anything of mine again. Including the door. Not even to knock it. No touchy! Not ever.
If you do, you may not like what happens next.
Play with nails again, you'll find yourself having an accident.
And nice try with the bathroom. It's shared, deal with it :)

All the love in the universe and best wishes, Harry Saxon xxx

[ Well. Threats were much, much more tolerable than Jack Harkness's reaction had been; Johannes would choose to be met with a threat of bodily harm than Jack naked and covered in bubbles in his bathtub again.

This next note will be slid beneath the Master's door. ]

Fine. If you disturb my specimens, however, the next head I keep in a jar will be yours.

[ And the 'specimens' he is referring are probably easy to determine as the animal (and some human) parts floating in a viscous liquid, kept tightly sealed in jars and stacked decisively on one side of the sink. It is a clear declaration of possession: this side of the bathroom was his. Or, you know, that was what he was trying to imply, at least. ]

[Anything and everything really was better than the idea of Harkness in a bubbly tub having a bath. Naked. And probably beyond happy. Hell, even being this close to where he bathed was an unsettling thought.

Not long after the next note, a reply is slipped up Johannes door as well. The note has been folded neatly into the shape of a small boat, capable of being unfolded to read.]

Can't I play? Sharing is caring.
Let me play with some and I'll even share my favourite rubber duckie.

[He was more interested and bemused than annoyed now. This little spat over a bathroom seemed like the distraction he needed.]

[ The next message will simply come on the bracelet. He has no time for this, gosh!! ]

What on earth could you want with any of that? [ He had been trying to gross you out!! X( ]

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[He gets one back just as swiftly. It takes a lot to gross this particular politician out. Hell, he used to own little collections like this himself.]

They're fascinating. Though very crude, you could of gotten better parts. Just saying.
So will you let me play?

That depends on your definition of 'play.' I am a scientist, not an enabler of sexual perversion.

[ Huff huff why can't he ever get any suitemates who just do what he wants!! ]

Study. Look at. Maybe some light prod and little tests?
Maybe I'll even add to the collection. If you ask nicely.
But no, no sexual desires here. None of the limbs are my type >:

[It's a real shame, isn't it? To be stuck with a psychotic Time Lord who actually enjoys pickled body parts.]

The collection is fine as it is. You know what? Take them. They are yours. Consider it a gift, from me to you.

[ It's all for show, parts simply leftover from experiments he'd performed, pickled and preserved mostly in an effort to scandalize and offend his first suitemate, one Morgana Pendragon. It hadn't seemed to work since then. ]

You're too kind.
But lets say we leave them in the bathroom? They make for nice decoration.

[He kind of liked the idea of a body part museum in the bathroom. Looking at left over animal bits while showering? Could add a little whimsy to the mundaneness of his morning routine.]

[ If Johannes were capable of being creeped out, this would probably do it. ]

We'll see.

[Lesson learned, then? Don't try to troll your neighbour, they might be entirely psychotic.]

So are we all clear on the bathroom issue now?
It's shared. The jars are nice. Mutual rubber duckies.

As you say.

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