IANTO
Don’t be so hard on yourself, Remi, callin’ yourself fat. Obviously that’s Ianto’s interpretation of the Alchemist calling himself too big to hitch a ride on the fox’s back. He ends up chasing his tail in his attempt to follow Remi’s fluttering onto the bannister, flopping to sit once he’s found himself and the other man again. Feeling the cringe and snorting his amusement, Ianto cocks an ear towards the errant sound of the waves.
Walk there, fly back? he suggests, giving no indication whatsoever about where they might be going. (Probably because he doesn’t know, let’s be real). Best of both worlds, that way. Besides, it’s been too long— and here he shifts to an eclectically dressed redhead crouched on the ground, ”since we took a walk together.”
Walk there, fly back? he suggests, giving no indication whatsoever about where they might be going. (Probably because he doesn’t know, let’s be real). Best of both worlds, that way. Besides, it’s been too long— and here he shifts to an eclectically dressed redhead crouched on the ground, ”since we took a walk together.”
i know places we can hide
