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were_lemurDoctor Who, Third Doctor/Delgado!Master, all ages, not mine. The Doctor has a present for the Master.
"I have something for you," the Doctor says, and holds out something -- a small cylinder wrapped in elegant black paper.
The Master hesitates just a fraction of a second before accepting it. "For me, Doctor? And it's not even my birthday."
"Just something to say that I was thinking of you."
The Master slits the paper open, and one elegant eyebrow arches. "Beard conditioner, Doctor?"
"The finest on the planet." The Doctor gives him a wicked grin. "After all, I'd hate to explain to the Brigadier why I'm showing up at UNIT headquarters with a severe case of beard burn."
"I have something for you," the Doctor says, and holds out something -- a small cylinder wrapped in elegant black paper.
The Master hesitates just a fraction of a second before accepting it. "For me, Doctor? And it's not even my birthday."
"Just something to say that I was thinking of you."
The Master slits the paper open, and one elegant eyebrow arches. "Beard conditioner, Doctor?"
"The finest on the planet." The Doctor gives him a wicked grin. "After all, I'd hate to explain to the Brigadier why I'm showing up at UNIT headquarters with a severe case of beard burn."
