IANTO
The distinct sound of pottering about would be audible from within the wagon, and Ianto took his sweet, sweet time getting to grips with the place again (listening to the stranger whine through the door all the while). Eventually - and only when he was good and ready - did he come back to address the waif in the rain.
Pulling open the door and stepping back in case the other man was leaning against it, Ianto looked right at home again. His coat was hung up nearby, and soft smoke wafted from the pipe he'd just lit. His tail flicked a little, betraying his amusement, even if his expression stayed neutral.
"Well come in, then," he said. "If all you're gonna do is pissing moan, you might as well do it out of the rain."
Pulling open the door and stepping back in case the other man was leaning against it, Ianto looked right at home again. His coat was hung up nearby, and soft smoke wafted from the pipe he'd just lit. His tail flicked a little, betraying his amusement, even if his expression stayed neutral.
"Well come in, then," he said. "If all you're gonna do is pissing moan, you might as well do it out of the rain."
where are your gods now
