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[personal profile] neverwouldiever 2014-09-09 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Before dealing the Doctor studied the cards intently, up to any including sniffing them, though he did stop short of licking when he became aware of how the Master was looking at him. Clearing his throat he started to shuffle, fumbled and dropped everything on the ground. After he gathered the cards back up he started to deal, which he at least managed without any further incidents.

"Aha!" His poker face wasn't the best, but he was definitely very satisfied with this hand, suddenly back in a good mood. "I hope you're ready to get naked!" Did that come out wrong? Possibly, but what did he care.
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[personal profile] neverwouldiever 2014-09-09 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor looked at his cards, then at the Master's. Back at his cards. Back at the Master's. How did this keep happening?

Alright. Dignified losing. Was that what they were doing? Well, he certainly wasn't. Instead he just threw the cards down on the table and jerked on his tie, dropping it on the pile of clothes to his right while watching the Master, just daring him to make a comment. Maybe he should have just left him with Jack and Martha after all.

"They keep changing all these rules around. And sometimes the cards are round, sometimes 3D, sometimes 5D, how is anyone supposed to keep track of that?"
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[personal profile] neverwouldiever 2014-09-09 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wait. What?"

The Doctor stared at the five cards in front of him, so not touching them. "I thought we were done. That's how it goes in strip poker. You stop by underwear. Come on, everybody knows that!"

Not that he had any way of telling whether the Master had a good hand or not, but he was not risking that. "We should see about landing anyway. Before we're late." Time machine. He was flying in a time machine. But he was already showing his privates and rather determined not to go any further.

"You won, well done! Put your shoe back on."
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[personal profile] neverwouldiever 2014-09-09 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
While the Master talked, the Doctor just stared at him with narrowed eyes. Then, quite suddenly, he got up and stepped away from the table, still holding the cards in one hand.

"Oh, for crying out loud. What is it with you nattering on?" With the other hand he pushed down his boxers, stepping out of them and straightening up again.

He did hold the cards in front of himself, only now glancing down at them. "...oh. Royal Flush." Premature stripping. This day was just not going his way.

But then, ultimately, if this was what it took to not be alone, it really wasn't as bad as all that. Worth it, perhaps even, because sometimes it almost felt like he had him back again, his friend. Even at moments when he was standing naked in front of him with a winning hand of cards in his hand.
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[personal profile] neverwouldiever 2014-09-09 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, it wasn't as if the Doctor had expected any naked bonding time. That last bit was quite the challenge though, so he had to call after him. "It's bigger on the inside!"

A moment passed, then he snorted. "That was horrible." He said it to no one in particular as he started to get dressed again. All in all, this hadn't gone so bad. At least the Master was finally talking to him again.