JAMES
James, who was usually rather good at things having to do with lips and blowing, was a rather shit whistler. It hardly mattered; that stupid wagon of Ianto's would turn up eventually.
Dressed in flip-flops, a shirt made out of netting, and what had once been a scarf tied around his waist, the thief stomped through the snow, making no attempts to hide his presence here. The fae weren't big fans of his, but he'dbeen friends with lurked around Ianto long enough to be tolerated. "Just as a reminder, I am cold blooded. The longer you wait, the more warmin' up I'll need." The snake called out into the woods, his voice echoing loudly and colourfully.
Dropping a sack of...well, gods knew what that he was carrying, James began to very carefully plod into the undisturbed snow, clearly trying to make the likeness of something phallic.
Dressed in flip-flops, a shirt made out of netting, and what had once been a scarf tied around his waist, the thief stomped through the snow, making no attempts to hide his presence here. The fae weren't big fans of his, but he'd
Dropping a sack of...well, gods knew what that he was carrying, James began to very carefully plod into the undisturbed snow, clearly trying to make the likeness of something phallic.
what, from the bottom of my heart,
the fuck
the fuck
