it's not what it looks like
Luckily for both of them, it seemed as though the Fae were both used to Ianto's presence and used to his weird errands and eccentric habits, for fox and raccoon were both left alone as they set up camp beside the shore of the Bodega. Ianto busied himself filling the tank with water (using an empty waterskin to transfer it all) while Remi skittered off his shoulder, and considering he couldn't speak to the other man without it becoming obvious that it was more than a mere animal, they seemed to be getting by well enough.
Indeed, Ianto had already pulled off his boots and socks to dip his feet in the water when he noticed Remi's wiggly fingers, the fox laughing softly and nodding, as if inviting him to try. In the meantime, he was reasonably confident that he could catch a whisperfish using his toes as bait.
Indeed, Ianto had already pulled off his boots and socks to dip his feet in the water when he noticed Remi's wiggly fingers, the fox laughing softly and nodding, as if inviting him to try. In the meantime, he was reasonably confident that he could catch a whisperfish using his toes as bait.
