IANTO
”This coward had no idea it was monsoon season,” Ianto snipes back with a crooked smile, bringing over their cups as well to set them down. He waves a hand at Remi’s insistence of the magical-item-nature of his wagon, even going as far as planting his finger against the Alchemist’s lips to silence him. ”And not another word about that,” he decides, his laughter very much musical as he straightens back up.
The smile softens to something equally as genuine then, the fox nodding to his friend. ”I’m glad to be here. And glad that you came out for a walk with me.” He’s already meandered back to the counter by now, snorting at the Alchemist. ”I like to make sure it gets to a particular pitch of ear-splitting,” he explains, though he does remove the kettle and move to pour them their tea. The scents of cinnamon, turmeric and cloves all fill the air, sweetly spicing it as Ianto settles down on his own cushion.
”So should I get back to the Greatwood before the monsoons hit?”
The smile softens to something equally as genuine then, the fox nodding to his friend. ”I’m glad to be here. And glad that you came out for a walk with me.” He’s already meandered back to the counter by now, snorting at the Alchemist. ”I like to make sure it gets to a particular pitch of ear-splitting,” he explains, though he does remove the kettle and move to pour them their tea. The scents of cinnamon, turmeric and cloves all fill the air, sweetly spicing it as Ianto settles down on his own cushion.
”So should I get back to the Greatwood before the monsoons hit?”
i know places we can hide
