There was some clanking coming from inside, and what sounded suspiciously like a curse (or three), before the door was finally opened to reveal the Master. He was wearing thick canvas gloves that were covered in some kind of oil and grime (which magically had not appeared on his white shirt at all), and holding a tool that looked like a cross between a blowtorch and a can opener. A pair of goggles rested across his eyes, but they were soon pushed up on his head once he realized that he was going to have quite a lot of blinking to do.
He stared at the child and his clipboard for a few seconds. Then, in his most irritated tone (the one that pitched his voice higher), he snapped out the word, "Yes?"
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Date: 2007-11-30 12:52 am (UTC)He stared at the child and his clipboard for a few seconds. Then, in his most irritated tone (the one that pitched his voice higher), he snapped out the word, "Yes?"