Sorry it's a bit late- busy day. Next chapter should be on the 29th of July.
The Master hears a heavy thump as he fiddles with the few bits of electronics he's salvaged from around the city, making nothing in particular. He doesn't turn around, not particularly precious about his work but knowing that it's probably the Doctor's pet human and not one of the slightly more important ones who would require him to actually do something.
A shift of fabric comes from the couch and confirms his suspicions.
He ignores the human still.
There's another slight noise before it speaks.
"So. What do you do for fun around here?" It asks.
The Master looks back over his shoulder now. The human is turned as much as it can with the box in their chest, arms thrown half over it and half over the back of the couch and it readjusts, still somewhat unused to the newest addition to its body.
It doesn't look anything near casual and the Master gets the feeling that even if it didn't have the box to try and work around it still wouldn't be able to hide the real curiosity and boredom fuelling the question.
The Master smirks, one eyebrow raising.
"You want to know what I do for fun?" He clarifies.
The human smiles.
"Yeah. Might as well."
Only a few minutes later the human is sat on an empty medical cart.
"Are you sure this is safe?" It asks, finger hooked over each edge as if already bracing for impact.
"You have good heart now. Strong." He says as he lines the cart up with the open doors. The Master steps back and begins jogging a little to give him space to build up momentum.
"That's not really as reassuring as I think you think it is." The human calls out, gaze stuck forwards.
"Will be fine. If not we fix it." The Master replies dismissively before beginning to run.
The human's shoulders tense as his feet pound the floor, arms outstretched. He doesn't wrap his hands around the handles, instead pushing straight at the tray and leaping on himself as it shoots forwards.
The human screams as doors flash by on either side of them and he laughs so hard he forgets his accent, leaning forwards as he holds on. The human leans back, white knuckled grip unrelenting.
Disappointingly they begin to slow before they get half way through all the doors they'd opened in the corridor.
The Master is still laughing as the human hastily climbs off and stares at him. It swings a fist at his shoulder weakly and he lets it hit in its amusement, still shaking in laughter.
"I thought we were going to die. Like- I literally saw my life flashing before my eyes. What the hell, Razor?" It complains.
The human steps back to collapse against the wall, groaning slightly and looking very pale.
The Master manages to pull the accent back over his laugh as he calms down.
"You did not enjoy ride then? Perhaps other game?" He suggests.
The human doesn't look up, nodding as it calms down.
"Unless you want me to be sick and you have to clean it up." It mutters under its breath.
The Master starts laughing again.
The Master sits behind a chair in the room of failed cyberman attempts, breathing even more quietly than normal against the antiseptic smell of hospital and the stench of blood and death which is faint beneath it.
Well more he squats but that isn't dignified in any way and even playing the part of Razor he refuses to give up dignity where it can be found so he is definitely not squatting, thank you very much.
He hears the soft woosh as a door opens and freezes still, listening intently to the footsteps on the other side.
It's the wrong person.
The footsteps aren't right for someone supporting a huge machine at chest height and the shoes have the wrong kind of sole.
There's a pause as another door opens at the other end of the room. The Master watches impatiently as the human takes its sweet time in going through it, hoping that it doesn't see him and ruin the game.
Eventually it does and the Master restrains his laugh, sneering at the closing door and silently standing. He tilts his head up and walks around the chair and its inhabitant, ignoring them completely.
He reaches the door in only a few seconds, ready to make his escape and find a better place to hide where he won't be asked to do work or be kicked out of a room he should own.
Just as he is about to step through one of the double doors the other swings open quietly, revealing a smirking human, arms folded despite the mass on their chest.
"That is not a round that counts." The Master declares, folding his arms too and pouting at the quietly gloating human.
"Only because you lost and you can't have me break your winning streak." The human counters.
The Master can't think to counter it right then, pushing past the human and into the corridor.
"You do not win at hide and seek." He insists, suddenly bored of their game.
The human follows after him and he ignores the way they tease him, arms still folded over each other.
"We fight another time and I win." The Master says.
Bill can't resist.
"You do know that games aren't just about winning, right?" The Doctor's human asks.