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"Nets are meant to catch. Fish, colds, handsome men." He added with a rich laugh. Whether the handsome man in question was himself or Ianto was entirely vague. "Well alright." James huffed as the towel was torn from around his shoulders. "No need to get all grabby."
With a look both coy and mischevious, James glanced down as if needing to remind himself just what it was he'd put on that morning. "Would you believe me if I said that I happen to have on the most dashing pair of sequined pants under here?" He asked through a shit-eating grin.
"Trade? Well why didn't you say so!" The snake exclaimed brightly. "As it happens, I've got a chime that can calm down a giant." Pulling out what was in fact a broken-off piece of wind-chime from outside of Ianto's wagon (don't ask where he had it), he held it up to the fox waggling it ever so slightly. Upon hearing the merchant didn't want his weeds, made up or not, James huffed indignantly. "Best that you don't, see'n as they aren't for you anyhow." He sniffed.
Pulling a face at the wet towel, deciding he didn't actually mind at all, James scrubbed at his mop of tightly-wound curls. Grinning so wide he just about dropped his cigarette from the side of his mouth, James beamed lazily up at Ianto. "Well I hope that kink doesn't just end with a little bit of leather." He said leadingly.
"Never heard of the seven statues!?" James repeated, a hand over his heart as if about to properly keel over at the lunacy of it. Scooching over and patting the mattress with a hand still clutching a rapidly shrinking cigarette, James cleared his throat dramatically. "If'n you haven't heard of the statues, I take it you've never heard of the flying city?"
With a look both coy and mischevious, James glanced down as if needing to remind himself just what it was he'd put on that morning. "Would you believe me if I said that I happen to have on the most dashing pair of sequined pants under here?" He asked through a shit-eating grin.
"Trade? Well why didn't you say so!" The snake exclaimed brightly. "As it happens, I've got a chime that can calm down a giant." Pulling out what was in fact a broken-off piece of wind-chime from outside of Ianto's wagon (don't ask where he had it), he held it up to the fox waggling it ever so slightly. Upon hearing the merchant didn't want his weeds, made up or not, James huffed indignantly. "Best that you don't, see'n as they aren't for you anyhow." He sniffed.
Pulling a face at the wet towel, deciding he didn't actually mind at all, James scrubbed at his mop of tightly-wound curls. Grinning so wide he just about dropped his cigarette from the side of his mouth, James beamed lazily up at Ianto. "Well I hope that kink doesn't just end with a little bit of leather." He said leadingly.
"Never heard of the seven statues!?" James repeated, a hand over his heart as if about to properly keel over at the lunacy of it. Scooching over and patting the mattress with a hand still clutching a rapidly shrinking cigarette, James cleared his throat dramatically. "If'n you haven't heard of the statues, I take it you've never heard of the flying city?"
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