The Master lay back on his bed after the Doctor left. He was in a foul mood. He didn’t think anything would make him happier. He was really angry, he closed his eyes, he waited for the drumming to ease down a bit, he didn’t think it really would. At least not for long. He still blamed the Doctor for not helping him the times he had wanted it. He was thinking of some times when he was younger as well, including the same memory the Doctor had been thinking. He doubted the Doctor remembered his birthday.

He didn’t see why the Doctor would. He smirked after the shoe hit the door, he knew they would have noticed that. He was still quite upset and noticed their was indeed tears falling down his face. He didn’t know why he was crying, was it the old memories. Did he really miss the old times.? He really hoped that he wasn’t softening. He growled when he noticed the tears in his eyes. He really did feel miserable to the point of tears sometimes.

The Master knew the Doctor would never stop caring, even when he got annoyed by him, The Master didn’t think he cared anymore. He felt so broken sometimes. He was sure the drums would really be there forever. He had somewhat gotten used to that fact. He knew he didn’t really have much of a choice but to expect it. He remembered every time he had been in pain, the Doctor would ask if he was alright and he would just reply that he wanted to be alone. He never wanted help when it was to do with the drums, he liked to just suffer quietly.

He hadn’t realized the Doctor remembered his birthday and had something planned, he lay bored on his bed, He growled when he noticed the TARDIS jolt a bit , he wondered what the Doctor was even doing. He was convinced the Doctor didn’t know how to fly his ship properly “What the hell are you doing!!?” he shouted, he groaned when he was tossed onto the floor “Don’t know how to bloody fly,” he shook his head a bit. He slowly gets to his feet once the TARDIS lands. He wasn’t impressed that he had been knocked off his feet.

Jack was looking at the Doctor “He’s always moody and miserable, you even think he would appreciate all this.” He didn’t think the Master would even appreciate his birthday been celebrated. He did hope it would ease some of the Master’s foul mood. But he wasn’t sure. “How old is he anyways?” he assumed the Master was somewhat older. It seemed to appear that way. He knew they had been friends as kids so he doubted the Master was too much older.

Hearing his door unlock the Master looked shocked, He had thought that the Doctor was going to make him suffer, Why was he letting him out. “Wha?” he mumbled. He knew the Doctor would notice the fact that he had been crying. He hoped the Doctor didn’t ask about it. He didn’t really want to talk about it.
“Somba why?” He looked at him with a cold look. “Thought you are trying to make my life a living nightmare.” He rolled his eyes, he though goes and gets his shoes. He didn’t seem to approve of the Doctors hyper active mood either. 
He knew that he would need to annoy him all over again. It was no fun for him when the Doctor was happy.

The Master was still in a really sour mood, it seemed like hardly anything would cheer him up. Not knowing what the Doctor wanted to Somba for . He doubted the Doctor was going to celebrate his birthday like when they were kids. He didn't deserve it either, he walked out with him and was looking around. He also didn't think the Doctor would have anything planned for his birthday, he also was sure the Doctor wouldn't have got him a gift either.