Prompt : Sheet

The Doctor walked on, stopped, and then promptly shook his head as if to clear his mind of the sight that seemed more illusionary than anything else. He slowly executed a sort of double-take, pausing in the doorway he had just passed in order to get a good look.

And yes. There was a sheet held up in a tent-like fashion, in the center of the living room.

“Uhm,” he said, brow furrowing as he stepped forward. He gave a little hop between steps, something that was almost feline in its skittish caution. He leaned forward to peek, and see if he could not find an entrance into the structure.

“Hello?” He asked.

There was a rustle, and then a charmingly round face peeked out from under the fabric. He put on a debonair, political grin.

“Hello,” said the man under the sheet.

The Doctor reeled back a little, then proceeded to frown. “Master!” he said, in a voice that should have been scolding, but came out more incredulous and curious than anything else. “What are you doing with that sheet?”

“Do you like it?” the face grinned. It ducked back under the sheet and a few short moments later, he rolled out from under the fabric. He lied supine, stomach turned comfortably up toward the Doctor as the smile continued to linger and never once falter. “It took me ages. It was such a fuss to figure out how to make it stand up like a circus tent, instead of one of those silly devices humans use for woodland excursions.”

“What? No, Master, I mean—”

“Do you remember those? Circuses? I first arrived to earth and there was a circus.” He nodded sagely, or as sagely as one could do with a wide grin on their face and their belly facing toward the ceiling.

The Doctor blinked, then crossed his arms. He put on his most serious, motherly face. “Master, why are you making a tent of that sheet?”

The Master blinked in turn, and then, as though it were obvious. “I am having a circus, of course.”

He reached to the corner of the sheet and pulled it up so that the Doctor could see. Underneath, stuffed animals had been arranged in rings made of Frisbees, and there was a trapeze set up with skewer sticks, yarn, and toothpicks. There were also a few scantily-clad Barbies that were doing splits and other less-savory poses.

“… Master, I think you’re cracked.” The Doctor said, mildly, but he could not hide the playful curiosity in his eyes.

The Master grinned. “We have a special on admission, today. Doctors get in for a kiss.”

The Doctor didn’t take too terribly long to consider. A little bit of play and recklessness never did him too much harm. The Master cackled in response to the kiss before wrapping them both in the sheet and hiding the show underneath.