She was a little surprised that she hadn't heard anything from the Master about getting attacked by a dog, because that seemed like one of those things that he would have bitched about at some length. Then again, it was entirely likely that he simply had other things on his mind at the time and never got around to bringing it up.
"The Doctor," she said. "That's the other one. He is funny. And sweet, and utterly impossible sometimes. You're not far off about the Master. Sometimes he doesn't even wait for you to turn around." She sighed and rubbed her hand over her face. "Sometimes I just don't know what to do about them. Well. Most of the time, really."
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Date: 2008-01-31 06:53 pm (UTC)"The Doctor," she said. "That's the other one. He is funny. And sweet, and utterly impossible sometimes. You're not far off about the Master. Sometimes he doesn't even wait for you to turn around." She sighed and rubbed her hand over her face. "Sometimes I just don't know what to do about them. Well. Most of the time, really."