Sorry it's taken me so long to update!
The Master leans back on the grimy couch, arms folded behind his head and feet on the cluttered coffee table. Something had fallen to the floor when he had put his feet up but he doesn't care- it's not like there's anything of value on this whole ship aside from himself.
The Doctor is still moving incredibly slowly. The Master could swear the other Time Lord was doing it on purpose.
The woman (somehow he can tell with that one) is somewhat interesting though. He can't tell if she's a Time Lady from all the way down below her but there's something not quite human about her. Pretty too from what he can ascertain- quite similar looking to the Doctor in some ways actually. Maybe the Time Lord had picked based on wanting to have a matching side-kick this time?
Then he picked the two others to emphasise his similarities with victorian lady?
The Doctor clearly knows her well though and that's annoying enough that he's decided to kill the companion when she gets down here, Time Lady or not. He was the closest person to the Doctor- not some woman in fancy dress.
Although he was currently wearing a disguise- maybe the Doctor has a type?
This thought only doubles his want to kill the victorian woman.
The Master looks back at the sleeping human. Hopefully she'd start talking about something useful when she woke up rather than blabbering on about how great the Doctor was.
The only way he'd got her to shut up yesterday had been by asking if she loved the Doctor. The human had gone quite pale then, hurriedly explaining that she only liked girls.
It was almost a shame- as much as he hated humans he would happily have messed around with one the Doctor seemed to like to mess with him.
There are many other ways to mess with a pet though and the Master was sure he could get all the information the human had, mess with its head and have some fun before the Doctor got down to their level.
How many years would that be anyway?
The human begins to stir and the Master grins at the thought that comes into his head.
Quietly he stands and walks around to the bedside, leaning carefully over the human's face and looking directly down with as innocent a smile as he can muster.
"Wakey morning Bill Potts."
The human's eyes blink open and it yelps in shock, confusion and no small amount of fear. Its hands come up to either hit him or push him away. It aims straight for his face and he pulls back just quickly enough that it misses.
The Master can't help but cackle at its panic.
"What the fuck!" It gasps, still catching its breath.
"You can't do that ever again! Oh my god! That was terrifying- what the hell?" The human complains.
The Master feigns ignorance.
"Oh- you did not want to be greeted in the morning?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.
"It's not- wait until I get up to greet me. It's a bit- you know- absolutely terrifying to wake up with someone hovering over you." The human fumbles for words, finally sitting up.
It swings its legs over the side of the bed and makes for the kitchen area before pausing and looking back, eyebrows slightly furrowed but lips quirking up at one side in a smile.
"Did you- did you say 'wakey morning'?" It asks, eyes squinting a little.
"Yes- is that not how you greet someone waking in morning?" He asks, feigning ignorance. The expression on the human's face is almost endearing but more plain funny.
"Well- not really. Normally you say 'good morning' or 'wakey, wakey' if you're talking to a child or something." The human explains, "It's not a bad thing though! I quite like it!" It hurries to emphasise, clearly worried about offending the only person she knows here. It's spread its arms in a clear gesture meant to placate and show that it's not a threat or trying to offend him.
The Master almost laughs at the insinuation that it's not a child compared to him.
"Anyway. Yeah- would you like some tea? It's only fair because you made it yesterday." The human asks.
The Time Lord is a little surprised by the offer and- much to his own disgust- a little bit thankful and raises his eyebrows at the human's turned back.
"Yes. Tea would be good." He says, not quite sure whether the words sound right with his fake accent but not really sure what to say.
The human doesn't notice anyway.
Soon the Time Lord and human are sat on the couch with mugs of hot, bitter tea.
The human grimaces with each sip and it takes a lot of control for the Master to not pull faces at the drink.
It's awful.
Admittedly a little better than his own but nothing makes up for the lack of any kind of sweetners.
"So- this is nice." The human says.
"No. The tea is bad." He states, deliberately misinterpreting the words.
"Well- yeah. There isn't much I can do about that." It agrees with a snort, clearly not caring too much about the tea's state.
"I meant sitting and drinking tea in here. It's nice. Well- nicer than being back in that room- you know. It's alright." The human says, stumbling over words again.
"Yes. Yes. Very nice down here. Safe." He agrees, amused by the human's clumsy attempts at conversation.