IANTO
Ianto laughed musically and shook his head at Remi. "Is it terrible that I'm honestly unsure whether or not you're being serious? If you enjoy the woods so much, I can just keep sneaking up on you. It's quite easy - the trees tell me if they spot you." He winked, putting on as much in the way of mysterious airs as he could.
The whistle caught him off guard and Remi's enjoyment was contagious, the fox flopping to lie on his back and stretch out comfortably. "Well, that's because you can't replicate it, Remi. It isn't about the tune, it's about the intent."
The whistle caught him off guard and Remi's enjoyment was contagious, the fox flopping to lie on his back and stretch out comfortably. "Well, that's because you can't replicate it, Remi. It isn't about the tune, it's about the intent."
i know places we can hide
