"Tell me about the spell. If I can figure it out, if I can retrace it... But we'd have to make sure your body can sustain itself first." Barty kissed his chest, then moved his lips higher until he could bite down on his neck. Only lightly, at least. "Might have to test it for endurance."
Alright, that part was only said to be suggestive. So sue him. He focused on the problem at hand again though, at least in the literal way of running his hand lower along the Master's body. Although in his defense he was also actually trying to focus on the surge of power, eyes closed as he had his mouth pressed against the Master's collarbone.
However, at the Master's last words he looked up, tried to catch his eyes. "Then they made a mistake." Because saying that he cared sounded a bit too simple for the conversation. A bit too obvious, too, and it might not help at all in the current situation. "Diseases are just... mutations." Learning science terms paid off sometimes. "Seems like you're an improvement."
"I have it written down somewhere but we'd have to go all the way back to my old offices," He didn't mind the trip but it was a long way and motivation wasn't the easiest thing to find when he had a situation like this in front of him. Go hunting for an old spell he'd had printed in a few books or have an afternoon with Barty? Who clearly missed him enough to offer such a warm reception.
How could he help himself? Easy answer. He never got this kind of treatment in Asgard, he wasn't offered the sweet talk Barty swung in everyone else's direction. Unless he hated them, of course. For the most part, the Master didn't care much. He knew Barty liked him well enough, even if he often got pillows thrown at him rather than some fancy manners.
"An evolved creation?" Flattering. A total lie but flattering. Moving his head downwards, he pulled Barty into another kiss, just to show how much he appreciated the gesture. "I should save your life more often. Makes you so thoughtful."
"Mhmm, don't have anything else to think about now, do I?" The prospect of not having his life end the way he had known it would for entirely too long was still not entirely realized, but definitely lifted a weight of his soul, in a rather too literal way. He wasn't the type to laugh and be giddy, perhaps he never had been or perhaps he had lost it along the way. But this was caring, this was happiness and he only had so many ways of trying to express that properly.
"If you can tell me where your offices are I can probably take us there a lot faster." Although he'd have to decide whether apparation could be a risk in his current state of exuding power. But either way... "Later."
Because he wasn't entirely sure what exactly the Master was into, but the kissing was very well received, so it seemed to be headed into a promising direction. "Tell me what you feel." Maybe he meant in regard to his state. Maybe he meant his hand between the Master's legs. Who knew?
"Oh really? You can fly us there on a broomstick or something?" Yes still with the sarcasm but he couldn't help it, magic just seemed so gimmicky to him. Everything he knew consisted of logic and science so when Barty came along to defy that, it took a little adjusting. Hopefully he could do half the stuff he bragged about, the more power they had, the more potential.
He did really think they had a good chance at something big. When he found his feet again, anyway.
"Feel? Are we sharing feelings now or -- oh!" Okay, this was getting interesting. It seemed sharing feelings and health statuses could wait, blissfully enough. Perhaps for as long as he could stall it out. He'd much rather. "I feel like I'm about to have a great night," Then, stopping, he reached out and tugged lazily at Barty's shirt. Not trying to remove it, just make a point. "You can lose the clothes too, you know?"
"Oh, I know," Barty agreed while moving his hips to rub against the Master, at the same time pressing his hand down harder on him. "I just didn't know if you'd want that." That and it was a lot more satisfying to be asked. To know it was wanted.
That was why he sat up, straddling him as he did so and pulling his hand back so he could take off his jacket. He shrugged out of it and threw it on the ground, where it landed with a heavy thud. Barty didn't bother watching, instead taking his shirt off next and, after throwing it aside, running a hand through his hair as he actually grinned down at the Master. All things considered, his body had astonishingly few marks on it. Apart from the Dark Mark, of course.
"So you prefer this?" He looked down at the Master, still very much smirking. "I like the collar on you."
Hissing, he bit down on his lower lip to prevent himself from moaning on cue like he assumed Barty would probably like him too. He was a stubborn man and he wasn't used to others prompting him to react in such a way. He might of objected more to letting him have this kind of control but, mostly, he was just enjoying the show right now. It was strange, really, when he thought about it. The way Barty looked so shockingly like the Doctor. The man who, just days ago, pointed a gun in his face.
Yet even now, he didn't draw any associations. It didn't click like it had before. It seemed Barty had conquered his thoughts... how remarkable. He couldn't even work it out.
"Watch it, it's not a permanent feature, you know? Just working with the current outfit," And it was fiddly to get undone. But mostly, it went with the red and black theme he was going for. So he couldn't look his best? At least he could match up a little, go for a distinctive look. Reaching out, he traced what little imperfections showed on him, not overly shocked by how few marks he had. They'd lived together for a while now, he'd seen Barty topless a few times.
Shocking, really, given how many people he pissed off.
"I think you should keep it." Barty smirked, because who wouldn't. "We could put a lock on it. I'll keep the key." It was halfway between mockery and actually meaning it, but either way he reached down to hook a finger around the collar and pull on it, enough to make him sit up and force another kiss on him. Force obviously a word used more to describe his passion than the Master's reluctance.
Even while he kissed him he was working on opening his trousers and pushing them down past his hips, difficult as it was with how close they were. Every movement of his hand was bound to brush against the Master, whether he intended it to or not. But of course, it was quite intentional. He had a thing for combining practicality with more pleasant effects.
"Yes," he concluded as he pulled back, only just enough to lick the lip the Master had bitten down on before. He hadn't missed that. "I really like the collar."
Now this was unacceptable. Right? The lord and Master pulled around by a collar? He knew he'd fallen a lot but he wouldn't give over the balance of power, not to him of all people. Barty was special, an actually enjoyable human, but that wasn't enough to warrant his total submission. "I wouldn't try it, I don't fancy your odds at managing to maintain me."
He could use the collar all he liked really, it wouldn't last forever. It wouldn't exactly be hard to issue Barty with a reminder. Even if it had to come later, when he had better focus and better health. As much as he loathed being toyed with, he couldn't deny that he enjoyed Barty's passion. Was that the right word? He assumed as much.
"You take a lot of liberties. You're lucky I like you," the Master reasserted, trying to keep his composure even with everything going around. Instead, he tried to keep a handle on things, reaching up to put his hands on Barty's back, manually pushing him down closer. Then, the best he could at the angle he was, he slipped his hands beneath Barty's boxers, trying to push them down a little.
"Clothes are such a pesky thing, need a fabric deteriorator in future."
Barty might not call himself Master, but the dominant tendencies couldn't be denied, especially at such moments. Very assertive for a follower and he always had been. Submission wasn't really his thing, although there were exceptions. Ones he'd make for the Master, very definitely, but right now...
"You adore me," he informed the Master while moving close enough to whisper into his ear, "But not to worry. It's mutual. Worse." He smiled, even as he shifted his hips again, to properly position himself against him. "You're all I've left in this world."
Something he definitely didn't sound too saddened about, judging by the rather enthusiastic pursuit of pleasure for both of them.
Usually the Master might of been more protective of his dominance but, well, he supposed being kicked down since his resurrection had evened him on the matter, he'd calmed down more and it did wonders for his manner, actually. He no longer felt he had to prove anything, not here. No matter what, he had the power here anyway. Barty was a human, after all, breakable and easy. He could have him any day he wanted.
So why not give him a little thank you? For everyone he'd done. And he knew he'd get one in return. Perhaps in a more creative manner than some swift hotel sex.
All he had left, huh? So much for Voldemort. With a smirk of triumph, he lay back, simply enjoying the moment. For all that had fucked up, he did like having such admiration and love. Barty did know how to pander to his ego by now. "The malfunctioning Time Lord and insane wizard? Eh. I think we're going to do fine. Don't you?"
And even if they don't, they had plenty of people to drag down with them.
"I think we're doing brilliant." As was made obvious by how breathy his voice was starting to sound as well as by the other ways to tell that he was enjoying himself. Some things were hard to miss when naked.
After that, there was a lot less conversation and a lot more things that happened non-verbally. Some of them included Barty's tongue along the collar and some had his tongue at very different places. In the end, after this artful not quite fading to black interlude, he had his face against the Master's neck, eyes closed as he stayed draped on top of him. One hand was resting on the Master's chest, feeling his heartbeats. The other moved a little lower as he closed his eyes, once more paying more attention to the flow of energy than to what his body felt like. Marginally so, at least.
"Didn't need to say anything," the Master reasoned simply as he closed his eyes, enjoying the peace for however long he could. The drums were quieter now, not amazing but not anything he'd write home over. He could close his eyes and almost, almost, grasp out to something close to silence. What a luxury that could be. With an exhale, he slipped one hand behind his neck carefully and yanked at the buckle of the collar, gently removing it from his neck.
Mostly because it was starting to itch but hey, they were basically done with it. Dropping it onto the floor, he turned to Barty with a faintly amused look.
"I think you really have a thing for collars. No one thought to tell me this in Asgard? Could of sped things forward," Maybe he should get Barty his own. Or something that worked just as well. He could be creative when he wanted to be. For now? He felt like resting. "Definitely going to need food after this."
Barty watched him, letting out a regretful sigh as the collar was unbuckled and dropped. Ah, well. It was fun while it lasted. "I... have a thing for plenty." If he was being quite honest. Astonishingly enough, his sex drive hadn't taken too much damage from a life that could have done so easily. "So you should've said." No one had told him time lords, or this time lord at any rate, were into that.
Not too late though, not too late by a long shot. He reached up to play with the bleached hair, still not used to the look and definitely not sure what to make of it on the whole. Cute, he supposed. Quite cute.
"Does food mean we're looking at a menu or what is it you need?" No judging, hey. Aliens were aliens after all.
"Officially, Time Lords are not into this kind of thing. Sex is needless and a waste of our time so enhancing it with collars or whatever, totally pointless," the Master recalled in the blandest tone, making it clear how little he thought of this genius policy. He never was that good at following the rules of Gallifreyan society, he didn't find they gelled well with his style of living. "I suppose I'm the except. Well, me and a certain Doctor. No one can tell me he's a pure little boy scout."
The way he chasing girls around Asgard. Or, more accurately, flirting like an embarrassing idiot and somehow not striking out. Really, it was a mystery to him.
"Just because I'm an alien doesn't mean we're not compatible." the Master dismissed as he stretched out, sprawling along the bed like he always did in their old room, careful not to knock Barty off. "Menu, I guess. It'd be nice to eat something that's nice for once."
"For a wizard, I'm far from the norm too, sexually. Conservative lot on the whole. Get married early, pretend not to have a mistress." He shrugged, at the same time shifting to allow the Master to sprawl more comfortably, though he stayed where he was on top of him. "What Doctor is it here, now? Any of the ones I'd know?" He wasn't sure he entirely wanted to know, but he strongly felt he should.
"Let's see." He held out his hand, focused and, muttering an accio, had what looked like the menu for room service float over to him. Granted, getting up wouldn't have taken that much longer, but he was enjoying their current position very much. "Eat whatever you like. Then we can figure out what to do next. I reckon your old offices might be it."
"Humans are very conservative on whole. It's not until the 24th century you hit your stride, then you get loose in the universe and fuck everything in sight," They always repressed themselves so much that when the potentials were offered, they fell apart and gave in faster than he believed they could. "He just regenerated, I think? I wasn't there for it but he seemed very hung up on the idea of his 'death' so -- Eleventh? You know? Big chin, no eyebrows, terrible fashion sense."
He'd never gotten to know the Doctor properly, just that he was much less forgiving and far more hardline when it came to the Master killing all of his friends. Mad, right? Grabbing the menu, he scanned it lazily before dropping it onto the bed. "Can't we just have everything? I'm starved."
"Ah. Well, I don't mind not being that far ahead." Barty kept his eyes on the Master, hands still in his hair, absentmindedly playing with it as he talked, a lot more focused on his words. "I'd much rather just appeal to those that appeal to me. Rather more limited pool, but I should think a lot more gratifying."
To the description of the Doctor he just nodded. Yes, he knew the one, if knowing was the right word. Not a fan, but he didn't exactly find any of them appealing, as far as he knew them.
With a groan of annoyance, the Master pulled himself upright finally, running his fingers through his messy hair and giving Barty a look. Someone was full of compliments lately. Good thing, too, he did love a little flattery. Otherwise, what's the point of having friends? Companionship? Boring!
"Anything will," the Master admitted as he turned to Barty with one eyebrow raised slightly. "Though I have to say, I'm thinking that we should rethink our plans for curing me. I just had a brilliant thought. Hopefully. If it goes wrong, not my fault."
Just a disclaimer because he had been out of it for a while, he couldn't say much for certain. "Naismiths mansion, we should check there. I can give you the location if you have a quick means of transport."
Barty rolled around until he was on his back, although he sat up enough to lean back on his elbows. "Not your fault if it goes wrong. Of course." A smile on his lips he nodded. "Show me where it's located and I should at least be able to get us close. This universe seems similar enough to mine in regards to geography."
With a shrug he combed his fingers through his own hair in an attempt to tame it somewhat. "No broom, though. Sorry to disappoint. I'd need to modify one first."
"It'd be quicker foe me to make us a transport," the Master muttered, which was actually kind of true. All it would take is a few parts from the TV, maybe some from the hairdryer and two AA batteries. Cheap, practical and probably better than making some random broom magically. Where would they even get a broom anyway? "How do you do it anyway? Teleport, I mean. Logically, it doesn't make any sense."
But no magic did so what a shock that was. He could argue with hours over how little it all made sense but fortunately for both of them, he had more important things to do. Like crawling out of bed to raid the mini fridge. If they were on the move, he was going to need to consume everything in the fridge.
"Probably. I don't really specialize in broom-making." Barty got to his feet and started getting dressed again, just sparing a glance at the fridge. "I'm good." That and he knew the Master needed it more. He could get food later, without a doubt.
With a shrug he considered himself in the mirror before looking back over his shoulder with a smirk. "Why, I just close my eyes and wish for it very much." A shit-eating grin, really, not just a smirk. He knew how much magic and its apparent lack of logic irked the Master. "One must be completely determined to reach one's destination, and move without haste, but with deliberation." If it sounded recited, that was because it was. The three D's, simplified phrase for apparation students.
The Master knew he should get ready but instead, he just found himself happily eating the contents of the mini fridge. Almost everything in there disappeared in moments as the Master tore through everything like a rabid dog, hungry and considerably messy. To be fair to him, not long ago he was consuming whole people. Now, he was having some overpriced chocolate bars.
But still, he felt eating people might send entirely the wrong message to Barty. And sort of kill whatever romance they had going.
Once everything in the fridge was eaten and drunk, he clambered up to retrieve his clothes. Changing slowly, he turned to Barty, just to see how close he was to being ready. "So you magically think of somewhere and wish it? That's just -- dumb. That can't be how it works! It's madness. And too easy."
Barty was already dressed by that time, adjusting his jacket, given he still carried all his knives. He considered leaving some of them behind, now that he had his magic again, but decided against it. Things could change so fast.
"It's not all that easy, actually. You even need a license." He frowned thoughtfully. "Come to think of that, I reckon technically mine was revoked when I was imprisoned. Trust me anyway?" Barty held out a hand to the Master. "Just a warning. It's safe, but it feels very uncomfortable. Main reason most of us prefer other modes of transportation."
With his clothes finally on, he ruffled his hair out a little to look presentable and reached out, taking Barty's hand with a long over the top sight. Hey, he'd ridden in the Doctor's TARDIS and he'd never had a license to lose. The only thing people needed really was a good sense of navigation and a certain level of skill. What did certification get anyone?
"Fine, I'll trust you. Just don't screw it up," If they ended up in Cardiff or something, he wouldn't be happy. He wasn't exactly up fora long train ride back to London. "I'll take time over comfort any time. Take the reigns, Bartemius. I'm your captive audience."
"Oh, I wouldn't go that far." Appealing as it sounded from a certain perspective. Although he rather preferred a more equal relationship on the whole, definitely. He reached up to ruffle the Master's hair, because - frankly - he looked adorable in his hoodie, then he let go of his hand to hold his elbow instead.
"Tell me where to go." He paused, then added, perhaps to rectify some of the liberties he'd taken that day a little. "Master."
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Alright, that part was only said to be suggestive. So sue him. He focused on the problem at hand again though, at least in the literal way of running his hand lower along the Master's body. Although in his defense he was also actually trying to focus on the surge of power, eyes closed as he had his mouth pressed against the Master's collarbone.
However, at the Master's last words he looked up, tried to catch his eyes. "Then they made a mistake." Because saying that he cared sounded a bit too simple for the conversation. A bit too obvious, too, and it might not help at all in the current situation. "Diseases are just... mutations." Learning science terms paid off sometimes. "Seems like you're an improvement."
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How could he help himself? Easy answer. He never got this kind of treatment in Asgard, he wasn't offered the sweet talk Barty swung in everyone else's direction. Unless he hated them, of course. For the most part, the Master didn't care much. He knew Barty liked him well enough, even if he often got pillows thrown at him rather than some fancy manners.
"An evolved creation?" Flattering. A total lie but flattering. Moving his head downwards, he pulled Barty into another kiss, just to show how much he appreciated the gesture. "I should save your life more often. Makes you so thoughtful."
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"If you can tell me where your offices are I can probably take us there a lot faster." Although he'd have to decide whether apparation could be a risk in his current state of exuding power. But either way... "Later."
Because he wasn't entirely sure what exactly the Master was into, but the kissing was very well received, so it seemed to be headed into a promising direction. "Tell me what you feel." Maybe he meant in regard to his state. Maybe he meant his hand between the Master's legs. Who knew?
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He did really think they had a good chance at something big. When he found his feet again, anyway.
"Feel? Are we sharing feelings now or -- oh!" Okay, this was getting interesting. It seemed sharing feelings and health statuses could wait, blissfully enough. Perhaps for as long as he could stall it out. He'd much rather. "I feel like I'm about to have a great night," Then, stopping, he reached out and tugged lazily at Barty's shirt. Not trying to remove it, just make a point. "You can lose the clothes too, you know?"
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That was why he sat up, straddling him as he did so and pulling his hand back so he could take off his jacket. He shrugged out of it and threw it on the ground, where it landed with a heavy thud. Barty didn't bother watching, instead taking his shirt off next and, after throwing it aside, running a hand through his hair as he actually grinned down at the Master. All things considered, his body had astonishingly few marks on it. Apart from the Dark Mark, of course.
"So you prefer this?" He looked down at the Master, still very much smirking. "I like the collar on you."
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Yet even now, he didn't draw any associations. It didn't click like it had before. It seemed Barty had conquered his thoughts... how remarkable. He couldn't even work it out.
"Watch it, it's not a permanent feature, you know? Just working with the current outfit," And it was fiddly to get undone. But mostly, it went with the red and black theme he was going for. So he couldn't look his best? At least he could match up a little, go for a distinctive look. Reaching out, he traced what little imperfections showed on him, not overly shocked by how few marks he had. They'd lived together for a while now, he'd seen Barty topless a few times.
Shocking, really, given how many people he pissed off.
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Even while he kissed him he was working on opening his trousers and pushing them down past his hips, difficult as it was with how close they were. Every movement of his hand was bound to brush against the Master, whether he intended it to or not. But of course, it was quite intentional. He had a thing for combining practicality with more pleasant effects.
"Yes," he concluded as he pulled back, only just enough to lick the lip the Master had bitten down on before. He hadn't missed that. "I really like the collar."
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He could use the collar all he liked really, it wouldn't last forever. It wouldn't exactly be hard to issue Barty with a reminder. Even if it had to come later, when he had better focus and better health. As much as he loathed being toyed with, he couldn't deny that he enjoyed Barty's passion. Was that the right word? He assumed as much.
"You take a lot of liberties. You're lucky I like you," the Master reasserted, trying to keep his composure even with everything going around. Instead, he tried to keep a handle on things, reaching up to put his hands on Barty's back, manually pushing him down closer. Then, the best he could at the angle he was, he slipped his hands beneath Barty's boxers, trying to push them down a little.
"Clothes are such a pesky thing, need a fabric deteriorator in future."
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"You adore me," he informed the Master while moving close enough to whisper into his ear, "But not to worry. It's mutual. Worse." He smiled, even as he shifted his hips again, to properly position himself against him. "You're all I've left in this world."
Something he definitely didn't sound too saddened about, judging by the rather enthusiastic pursuit of pleasure for both of them.
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So why not give him a little thank you? For everyone he'd done. And he knew he'd get one in return. Perhaps in a more creative manner than some swift hotel sex.
All he had left, huh? So much for Voldemort. With a smirk of triumph, he lay back, simply enjoying the moment. For all that had fucked up, he did like having such admiration and love. Barty did know how to pander to his ego by now. "The malfunctioning Time Lord and insane wizard? Eh. I think we're going to do fine. Don't you?"
And even if they don't, they had plenty of people to drag down with them.
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After that, there was a lot less conversation and a lot more things that happened non-verbally. Some of them included Barty's tongue along the collar and some had his tongue at very different places. In the end, after this artful not quite fading to black interlude, he had his face against the Master's neck, eyes closed as he stayed draped on top of him. One hand was resting on the Master's chest, feeling his heartbeats. The other moved a little lower as he closed his eyes, once more paying more attention to the flow of energy than to what his body felt like. Marginally so, at least.
"Why didn't you say?"
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Mostly because it was starting to itch but hey, they were basically done with it. Dropping it onto the floor, he turned to Barty with a faintly amused look.
"I think you really have a thing for collars. No one thought to tell me this in Asgard? Could of sped things forward," Maybe he should get Barty his own. Or something that worked just as well. He could be creative when he wanted to be. For now? He felt like resting. "Definitely going to need food after this."
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Not too late though, not too late by a long shot. He reached up to play with the bleached hair, still not used to the look and definitely not sure what to make of it on the whole. Cute, he supposed. Quite cute.
"Does food mean we're looking at a menu or what is it you need?" No judging, hey. Aliens were aliens after all.
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The way he chasing girls around Asgard. Or, more accurately, flirting like an embarrassing idiot and somehow not striking out. Really, it was a mystery to him.
"Just because I'm an alien doesn't mean we're not compatible." the Master dismissed as he stretched out, sprawling along the bed like he always did in their old room, careful not to knock Barty off. "Menu, I guess. It'd be nice to eat something that's nice for once."
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"Let's see." He held out his hand, focused and, muttering an accio, had what looked like the menu for room service float over to him. Granted, getting up wouldn't have taken that much longer, but he was enjoying their current position very much. "Eat whatever you like. Then we can figure out what to do next. I reckon your old offices might be it."
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He'd never gotten to know the Doctor properly, just that he was much less forgiving and far more hardline when it came to the Master killing all of his friends. Mad, right? Grabbing the menu, he scanned it lazily before dropping it onto the bed. "Can't we just have everything? I'm starved."
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To the description of the Doctor he just nodded. Yes, he knew the one, if knowing was the right word. Not a fan, but he didn't exactly find any of them appealing, as far as he knew them.
"Of course we can. Whatever gives you energy."
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"Anything will," the Master admitted as he turned to Barty with one eyebrow raised slightly. "Though I have to say, I'm thinking that we should rethink our plans for curing me. I just had a brilliant thought. Hopefully. If it goes wrong, not my fault."
Just a disclaimer because he had been out of it for a while, he couldn't say much for certain. "Naismiths mansion, we should check there. I can give you the location if you have a quick means of transport."
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With a shrug he combed his fingers through his own hair in an attempt to tame it somewhat. "No broom, though. Sorry to disappoint. I'd need to modify one first."
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But no magic did so what a shock that was. He could argue with hours over how little it all made sense but fortunately for both of them, he had more important things to do. Like crawling out of bed to raid the mini fridge. If they were on the move, he was going to need to consume everything in the fridge.
"Want any over-priced snacks before we leave?"
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With a shrug he considered himself in the mirror before looking back over his shoulder with a smirk. "Why, I just close my eyes and wish for it very much." A shit-eating grin, really, not just a smirk. He knew how much magic and its apparent lack of logic irked the Master. "One must be completely determined to reach one's destination, and move without haste, but with deliberation." If it sounded recited, that was because it was. The three D's, simplified phrase for apparation students.
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But still, he felt eating people might send entirely the wrong message to Barty. And sort of kill whatever romance they had going.
Once everything in the fridge was eaten and drunk, he clambered up to retrieve his clothes. Changing slowly, he turned to Barty, just to see how close he was to being ready. "So you magically think of somewhere and wish it? That's just -- dumb. That can't be how it works! It's madness. And too easy."
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"It's not all that easy, actually. You even need a license." He frowned thoughtfully. "Come to think of that, I reckon technically mine was revoked when I was imprisoned. Trust me anyway?" Barty held out a hand to the Master. "Just a warning. It's safe, but it feels very uncomfortable. Main reason most of us prefer other modes of transportation."
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"Fine, I'll trust you. Just don't screw it up," If they ended up in Cardiff or something, he wouldn't be happy. He wasn't exactly up fora long train ride back to London. "I'll take time over comfort any time. Take the reigns, Bartemius. I'm your captive audience."
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"Tell me where to go." He paused, then added, perhaps to rectify some of the liberties he'd taken that day a little. "Master."
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