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Listen mate, if the gods saw fit to chuck an entire group of people in a bubble for a few centuries, I don't think I'm overstepping by saying they probably aren't worth much. The danger noodle replied with as much of a shrug as he could muster.
Not that his eyes were large enough or anatomically-fixed such that they could roll, but hopefully James' deadpan stare did the trick. Thiiiink. He hissed, booping Ianto on his nose with the tip of his snake-like snoot. If I become Arduinna's ward how're you gonna find the ocean? It's a big big world out there. Jungles, swamp. This eerie desert thing with bones everywhere. I heard there's even basically a big pit that'll swallow you whole. Only you don't even know it's there until you step on what just looks like ordinary grass, and then BAM—" So saying, Ianto's newest neck-accessory tightened around his neck for emphasis. —you're balls deep in a whole lot of suffocation. Or damnation. Or something else equally bad. Point is my friend, you need me. It won't be me we'll be trading. But don't worry. We'll find someone.
A fox? Well now who has the predictable shift, eh? James asked, running the length of Ianto's collar bones and then turning back on himself to peer up at the man.
Arduinna's a right nasty piece of work. How'd the likes of you end up with her collar round your neck? She tempt you with a delicious piece of fruit? And not that his snake-face could portray any sort of emotion, but through the bond Ianto would feel a comical expression of horror. Did she trick you with her lady parts?
Not that his eyes were large enough or anatomically-fixed such that they could roll, but hopefully James' deadpan stare did the trick. Thiiiink. He hissed, booping Ianto on his nose with the tip of his snake-like snoot. If I become Arduinna's ward how're you gonna find the ocean? It's a big big world out there. Jungles, swamp. This eerie desert thing with bones everywhere. I heard there's even basically a big pit that'll swallow you whole. Only you don't even know it's there until you step on what just looks like ordinary grass, and then BAM—" So saying, Ianto's newest neck-accessory tightened around his neck for emphasis. —you're balls deep in a whole lot of suffocation. Or damnation. Or something else equally bad. Point is my friend, you need me. It won't be me we'll be trading. But don't worry. We'll find someone.
A fox? Well now who has the predictable shift, eh? James asked, running the length of Ianto's collar bones and then turning back on himself to peer up at the man.
Arduinna's a right nasty piece of work. How'd the likes of you end up with her collar round your neck? She tempt you with a delicious piece of fruit? And not that his snake-face could portray any sort of emotion, but through the bond Ianto would feel a comical expression of horror. Did she trick you with her lady parts?
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