Ianto
"Oh I see. A sky full of dicks, is it? You are going to buy me out of all my crude fireworks, Remi, and for a single scarf? Lovely as it is, I'm afraid I must barter - what else you got?" Ianto tipped the alchemist a wink, before stepping into the wagon briefly to go and fetch them. "Nope!" he called distantly (too distantly, it would seem, for the size of the wagon) in response to whether he remembered Bastien and Rexanna. "But I wish them every happiness anyway. True love and sky dicks, oh my."
Returning with three boxes stacked in his arm, Ianto would fashion Remi with enough fireworks to create a sky orgy, if that was what he so chose. "That should do it," he said, plonking them down at the alchemist's feet. "Though I wonder that you couldn't make them yourself."
Returning with three boxes stacked in his arm, Ianto would fashion Remi with enough fireworks to create a sky orgy, if that was what he so chose. "That should do it," he said, plonking them down at the alchemist's feet. "Though I wonder that you couldn't make them yourself."
