"I just upset you then? Oh good, I was worried I'd broken that brain of yours. Well, broken it more," the Master remarked as he shoved two biscuits into his mouth, struggling to eat them without crumbs overflowing. Maybe trying to shove a third in was a bad idea but he couldn't help it. The hunger was desperate and unstoppable, he always wanted more.
Gulping down his mouthful, he wiped his face on his dirty hoodie sleeve and looked up at Barty. In that moment, he did look genuinely unsure, like he wanted to do something for Barty but he didn't know what. So, instead of saying anything else, he shoved more biscuits into his mouth.
Barty glanced at the Master and lifted an eyebrow, deciding that propriety was hardly a problem here and finally just dropping onto the bed, eyes closing as he completely threw any pretense at dignity into the wind and pulled the covers over his head. Better, much better.
Once all the food was eaten and Barty had had some quiet time to relax and maybe stress out a little less, the Master waited to see if he'd get a reaction. And when he didn't get anything besides a blanket to gauge reactions from, he exhaled loudly and started to move.
Clambering onto the bed, the Master flopped vaguely onto what he was guessing was maybe Barty's legs and rested himself there, sprawling out with his hood pulled on for extra comfort. Hopefully Barty would be better soon and they could forget about this.
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Gulping down his mouthful, he wiped his face on his dirty hoodie sleeve and looked up at Barty. In that moment, he did look genuinely unsure, like he wanted to do something for Barty but he didn't know what. So, instead of saying anything else, he shoved more biscuits into his mouth.
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Barty glanced at the Master and lifted an eyebrow, deciding that propriety was hardly a problem here and finally just dropping onto the bed, eyes closing as he completely threw any pretense at dignity into the wind and pulled the covers over his head. Better, much better.
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Clambering onto the bed, the Master flopped vaguely onto what he was guessing was maybe Barty's legs and rested himself there, sprawling out with his hood pulled on for extra comfort. Hopefully Barty would be better soon and they could forget about this.