[He doesn't care if Eight can see this but he rather skilfully picks up a book he has sitting just beside him and lobs it over his shoulder ever so casually, trying his hardest to hit him because he can totally sense that smile.
[He ducks and rolls to the side to avoid the book, then tries his very best to smother the chuckle that's threatening to escape. It's ever so tempting, really, to start teasing the Master, but keeping his face and name secret is in his favour, really, so he just blows him a kiss, silently. And, yes, he's smiling.]
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Aw, Master, you shouldn't have.]
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Stop it, it's too nice. Prick.]
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