The Doctor blinks at her. “It’s been a hundred years,” he repeats, a bit slowly and painstakingly. “Of course not.”
He tosses the ball back and forth from hand to hand a few times, trying to think of a way to protest the insults to his old coat and, more importantly, his sentimentality. After a moment he gives up and closing one hand around the ball and the other around nothing but air, he offers both fists to the Master.
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Date: 2008-02-02 05:10 am (UTC)He tosses the ball back and forth from hand to hand a few times, trying to think of a way to protest the insults to his old coat and, more importantly, his sentimentality. After a moment he gives up and closing one hand around the ball and the other around nothing but air, he offers both fists to the Master.
“Choose,” he says.