are those real stars that hang in the sky? or are they man-made, a trick of the light?
“Laugh it up, Ianto.” Felix offers, an attempt to be threatening when he stifles his own snickers at the question. But he picks up his end of the wardrobe, shifted to take the lead as Ianto so eloquently puts it, huffing another laugh before they’re upstairs and got it there without any trouble. Thank goodness. He hears Juniper’s item fall, however, and calls down from above to ask if she was alright.
But he appears soon after, thundering down the stairs much like a bull in a china shop. There’s a nod given to the next instruction, though his bi-toned eyes slip over toward Ianto. “I think you could handle that one.” Mostly because he’d rather not fuck it up again, and also because he wouldn’t mind a chance to sit down and paint some signs.
He then heads over to pick up a sign and start to write on it – quite proud of his handwriting and how it’s come about.
Felix suggests Ianto take the washbasin and he gets started on the signs!
But he appears soon after, thundering down the stairs much like a bull in a china shop. There’s a nod given to the next instruction, though his bi-toned eyes slip over toward Ianto. “I think you could handle that one.” Mostly because he’d rather not fuck it up again, and also because he wouldn’t mind a chance to sit down and paint some signs.
He then heads over to pick up a sign and start to write on it – quite proud of his handwriting and how it’s come about.
Felix suggests Ianto take the washbasin and he gets started on the signs!
FELIX
