IANTO
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It’s been a while since Ianto has gone to visit Remi.
Read: it’s never happened in Torchline.
Ianto gets lost, but it’s really more because he’s following his nose and getting distracted by all the new smells that his fox shift allows him. It’s a breezy, moody sort of afternoon, and his pelt is dry and the ground is a little firmer than it has been, so he’s content to take his time.
Finally, he reaches the gOvErNOrS hOUse (lookit you go Remi) and pads up to the porch, a roll of parchment gently clasped in his jaws. Obviously it’s damp and bedraggled by a mix of drool and dew from the long grass, but if unfurled and scanned, it will read the (smudged) following:
Remi, I’ve been a bit of a prat.
Walk?
Ianto scratches at the door instead of knocking, then scurries back to plonk himself down before the doorway, golden eyes watching expectantly. And if his coppery tail is waggling with enthusiasm? So what?
Read: it’s never happened in Torchline.
Ianto gets lost, but it’s really more because he’s following his nose and getting distracted by all the new smells that his fox shift allows him. It’s a breezy, moody sort of afternoon, and his pelt is dry and the ground is a little firmer than it has been, so he’s content to take his time.
Finally, he reaches the gOvErNOrS hOUse (lookit you go Remi) and pads up to the porch, a roll of parchment gently clasped in his jaws. Obviously it’s damp and bedraggled by a mix of drool and dew from the long grass, but if unfurled and scanned, it will read the (smudged) following:
Remi, I’ve been a bit of a prat.
Walk?
Ianto scratches at the door instead of knocking, then scurries back to plonk himself down before the doorway, golden eyes watching expectantly. And if his coppery tail is waggling with enthusiasm? So what?
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