IANTO
there's a bulletproof bond
"It's a dream. Am I not meant to enjoy my dreams? Lighten up, Remi, gods." Tittering away at the front of this little conga line, Ianto does indeed purposely kick more dirt at his friend's face, and if his tail is waggling obnoxiously, why, that's just how it waggles, Remi. "We are sneaking into a hen castle. Sneaking. One does not sneak in through the front door. At least, us lowly mortals do not."
Crowded beds and crocodiles aside, Ianto falls to an abrupt halt on his belly, gasping dramatically for good measure. "Worse than that. Prepare for battle," he breathes. Before them lies an actual drawbridge leading up and into the hen house, and it's flanked by two roosters.
Roosters decked out in full medieval armour.
"Chaaaarge!" Ianto bounds forward (quite a feat when they're squashed beneath a building), snarling and growling and trying to tackle one of the guard-birds.
Crowded beds and crocodiles aside, Ianto falls to an abrupt halt on his belly, gasping dramatically for good measure. "Worse than that. Prepare for battle," he breathes. Before them lies an actual drawbridge leading up and into the hen house, and it's flanked by two roosters.
Roosters decked out in full medieval armour.
"Chaaaarge!" Ianto bounds forward (quite a feat when they're squashed beneath a building), snarling and growling and trying to tackle one of the guard-birds.
between me and you
