Ianto
"Sounds good to me," Ianto says brightly, heading out of the house and down towards the wagon. He climbs up the steps and sets the chest down just inside; when Oliver goes to do the same he'll notice that the interior of the wagon (a bohemian dreamer's paradise) spans much farther than it has any right to, past a small kitchenette, a closed door, and a studio that doubles as a bedroom.
He hops back down the steps so Oliver can continue to load the chests and bags inside, flashing him a grin. "I don't think there'll be an issue with getting things packed up in there," he says. "Come on - I don't know about you, but I'm already fed up of the Hollowed Grounds." So saying, the fox is off again, heading back into the manor so he can get another chest.
"Oh?" He tilts his head, ruffling a hand back through his coppery locks. "Sure - I'll take a look when we're back in the Greatwood."
He hops back down the steps so Oliver can continue to load the chests and bags inside, flashing him a grin. "I don't think there'll be an issue with getting things packed up in there," he says. "Come on - I don't know about you, but I'm already fed up of the Hollowed Grounds." So saying, the fox is off again, heading back into the manor so he can get another chest.
"Oh?" He tilts his head, ruffling a hand back through his coppery locks. "Sure - I'll take a look when we're back in the Greatwood."
