Darkest night
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   Alistair yawned, shrugging his shoulders. Somehow, he felt as though he couldnât be mean to the Doctor, considering heâs the one who helped keep him alive after that incident. Of course, that didnât mean heâd be a perfect model citizen either.Â
   Heâd simply be slightly more behaved around the Doctor is all.Â
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   He was, of course, joking. He wasnât going to drink the Doctorâs blood, unless he was actually going to offer itâ then why should he refuse?Â
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   Thatâs the reason. How annoying, he was going to nag at him later for this, he was sure of it. Alistair showed his displeasure openly by frowning. Wilfred had some uncanny way of always appearing at just the right moments. Alistair was sure that it was some kind of âbutler-senseâ that allowed him to do this.Â
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Jakurai smiled fondly at Alistair's words - he didnât seemed to have changed, and that was another source of relief for him.Â
âI wanted to know how you were doing. If you were adapting fine and if anything unusual has happened... make sure you and young Wilfred are in good conditionâ he explained in a gentle tone. He was about to add catching up on things when Wilfred walked in.
âThank you, young Wilfred. If itâs not a trouble, could I ask you to lead the way? Iâll leave my things there and we can talk some more after that if you wish, young Alistairâ















