[Stopping for a moment, his nose twitches; it's not the nearby, overflowing rubbish bins that causes it, but the feeling, the sense of another one like him. He smirks and lets out a soft snort before pressing on, more quickly. An alleyway stinking of yesterday's lunch during a storm is not the place for the touching reunion the Master expects.
There's a warehouse a couple of blocks away that he has the keys to. A benefit of mingling with human politicians is the access to all of their playthings, connections, and real estates. Humans are such trusting creatures. With his destination and goal in mind, the Master almost jogs there. The Doctor would follow him; they both always follow each other. Slipping through the door, the he tidies up a bit; placing a trap here, rewiring the lights, y'know, evil stuff.]
i'll play you a song on the world's smallest violin then ;;
There's a warehouse a couple of blocks away that he has the keys to. A benefit of mingling with human politicians is the access to all of their playthings, connections, and real estates. Humans are such trusting creatures. With his destination and goal in mind, the Master almost jogs there. The Doctor would follow him; they both always follow each other. Slipping through the door, the he tidies up a bit; placing a trap here, rewiring the lights, y'know, evil stuff.]