Author Notes: I know, with a title like that, there's potential for so much more, isn't there? Unfortunately, it's probably not what you were expecting from me (but I may pursue the lack of underwear plot again in the not so distant future). Inspired by 'Avenue Q - I'm Not Wearing Underwear Today'. It's just a ficlet, I wish it was more, but what are ya gonna do? Just a bit of fun. Be gentle :|
The Doctor slid into the chair opposite the Master, placing his elbows on the table and leaning in with a manic enthusiasm, "I'm not wearing underwear today!" he informed with the same eagerness.
The Master, however, wasn't sure if this was actually the Doctors first time going 'commando' and was so excited he needed to tell him all about it or if he there was a genuine belief that this was the 'kinkier' foreplay they had discussed earlier that day. Of course, it could have been a combination of both.
He peered up from his project to see the keen Time Lord beaming at him, but wisely chose to say nothing. Sure, he may not have been wearing underwear… but he was still wearing pants, and if that was the case, he was going to have to work a lot harder to peak his interest.
"Not that you probably care much about my underwear, still, none the less, I got to say," watching the Master eagerly, as if he should have predicted what came next, "…I'm not wearing underwear today." He grinned broadly, just ever so slightly out of touch with what was socially acceptable. Then again, what would he know about socially acceptable? …What would either of them know?
Oh Rassilon, he rhymed.
After a moment of silence fell between them, he wet his lips before leaning in ever so slightly, "Get a job," he deadpanned.
The Doctor maintained a smile, not quite disheartened but then, not quite encouraged either. Scratching the back of his neck with disquiet, he glanced down and away, "Thank you… honey."