it's not what it looks like
It was unfortunate, but quips about the properties of Remi's tiger form would have to wait for another day. His mood thoroughly soured, Ianto avoided looking anywhere near Remi, absently playing with a fray along the edge of one of the cushions. Chewing at the inside of his lip at the other man's comments, he felt he would have been able to let the alchemist go, if only he had left without a word. But hearing him speak, facing the man behind the misunderstandings... Ianto found he couldn't insist on it.
So instead he sighed heavily and nodded to the other man. "You can stay," he mumbled. "Excuse me, though, if you would." Without further warning, where a man once sat there was suddenly a fluffy red fox with a collar about its neck, which padded listlessly towards the back of the wagon only to collapse down amongst the pillows.
So instead he sighed heavily and nodded to the other man. "You can stay," he mumbled. "Excuse me, though, if you would." Without further warning, where a man once sat there was suddenly a fluffy red fox with a collar about its neck, which padded listlessly towards the back of the wagon only to collapse down amongst the pillows.
