Ianto
"Thanks for doing this."
Ianto doesn't exactly sound grateful, and his accent hugs the words more than usual. It's the first time he's been out of shift in a long while, and it shows; his clothes are wrinkled, his coppery hair more of a bird's nest than anything else, and there's dirt under his fingernails and smeared across a cheek lined with stubble.
And of all places the Drop isn't somewhere he'd particularly like to be, so... in for a penny and all that. He'd asked Remi to join him out here to actually learn the basics of defending himself, if only because being a coward only got one so far in the survival of the fittest world. What's going to happen is beyond him, and he rubs at the back of his neck as he glances around.
"So where do we start?"
Ianto doesn't exactly sound grateful, and his accent hugs the words more than usual. It's the first time he's been out of shift in a long while, and it shows; his clothes are wrinkled, his coppery hair more of a bird's nest than anything else, and there's dirt under his fingernails and smeared across a cheek lined with stubble.
And of all places the Drop isn't somewhere he'd particularly like to be, so... in for a penny and all that. He'd asked Remi to join him out here to actually learn the basics of defending himself, if only because being a coward only got one so far in the survival of the fittest world. What's going to happen is beyond him, and he rubs at the back of his neck as he glances around.
"So where do we start?"
