The Master nursed his own a bit slower, set it next to him, and took the Doctor's to refill it before handing it back. He picked up his glance and had another healthy swallow before he let his eyes travel up to the ceiling.
"He's more predictable than you are," he says, shifting just enough to get into his left trouser pocket, and pull out two capped syringes. He set his drink away again.
"Which hand is it then? Let me see," he motioned for him to hand it over.
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Date: 2011-12-24 03:22 am (UTC)"He's more predictable than you are," he says, shifting just enough to get into his left trouser pocket, and pull out two capped syringes. He set his drink away again.
"Which hand is it then? Let me see," he motioned for him to hand it over.