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“What the fuck is a slushie?” were the first words out of his mouth.
The Doctor paused. “I’m not quite sure actually.”
“Then why the fuck did you get me one?”
“Because it’s fuuuuuun,” they wheedled. “It’s just a frozen treat.”
The Master stared at them like they were trying to get him to drink straight up poison. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.
“Come ooooon. I got you cherry,” they pouted, arm outstretched with their fingers grasped around the offending drink.
“You got me cherry,” he spat.
“Yesssss,” they whined. “And I have blue raspberry.”
“What the fuck is a blue raspberry? I know what raspberries are and they don’t come in blue.”
“I don’t know.” They frowned. “I think it’s just a thing the humans made up. Tastes pretty good though. Pleeeeeeeeease just try the cherry? Pleeeeeease?” They pouted, sticking out their lower lip and looking utterly pathetic. The Master made an annoyed noise in the back of his throat and took the offending drink, making the Doctor grin. It was like having the sun smile at you. He turned his head away.
He took a long, deep sip and immediately winced. “Guh,” he said, eloquently. He scrunched his face up. “Eugh. Why does my brain hurt?” he spat.
“Oh yeah, uh, don’t drink it too fast or it’ll give you a brain freeze,” the Doctor said, very, very carefully.
The Master glared at him. “If I drink it too fast, it’ll freeze my brain?” he spat. He seemed awfully coherent for someone whose head was aching. Maybe the rage was thawing him. The Doctor looked at him like a pathetic hamster. He genuinely had no idea how he managed to look like that. “Fine,” he growled. “I’ll try again.” The Doctor’s face lit up. It made him feel weird and fuzzy inside.
The Doctor watched him intently as he glared at him and took another, slower sip. He couldn’t help but think that they were going to explode from the way they were looking at him while they gnawed on their straw. Explode into glitter and rainbows maybe. They looked at him expectantly. He didn’t know what they were expecting from him.
“Is it good?” he asked.
The Master grunted in response. “It’s fine, I guess.” It actually tasted decently edible but he wasn’t going to tell the Doctor that. Couldn’t have him knowing that he actually enjoyed anything. That would be embarrassing. He watched those pretty pink lips, stained slightly blue due to food coloring worry the straw. Rassilon, he thinks he could just about kiss those lips right now. He settled on taking another slow sip of his ‘slushie.’
Then he wondered once again what those lips would taste like against his. They probably had flavoring on them. He must admit that he was rather keen on finding out what ‘blue raspberry’ tasted like. And he was a Time Lord who took what he wanted.
“What does yours taste like?” he finally said.
“Oh, uh, here,” the Doctor said, extending their drink towards him.
“Not that, idiot,” he said, parting the Doctor’s lips with his thumb before diving in for a kiss. The Doctor didn’t seem to mind all that much, enthusiastically kissing him back. They tasted like—he had no idea how to describe what they tasted like. Eventually, he broke the kiss and pulled away, wiping his mouth.
“My tongue is purple now,” the Doctor said rather gleefully.
He narrowed his eyes. “Was that your plan all along?”
“Maybe.”