it's not what it looks like
Ianto let out what was closest to a chitter of delight as Remi played along, releasing the huge paw and resting very comfortably indeed on what was apparently his new favourite cushion - a lion. Remi would get what he wanted, though, as an errant tail flicked at his ear, the ink tipped appendage twitching until Ianto raised a paw to try and swat at the cause. You say that that as though it isn't logical, but based on your dealings with death in the past, I reckon your caution was warranted. Chuckling, Ianto rolled to sit up, yawning widely and shaking out his fur as if to wake himself up.
He grew still and a touch sad at the alchemist's response, remembering the man in his cluttered little workshop who took such glee out of making his concoctions and inventing stars. This, evidently, was not the same man, and neither was the Ianto who had fallen off his roof. But that didn't make him any less enamored by Remi.
Shifting back into his human form, the fox propped an elbow on his knee and considered the other man for a moment. "I'd like to make you happy," he blurted.
He grew still and a touch sad at the alchemist's response, remembering the man in his cluttered little workshop who took such glee out of making his concoctions and inventing stars. This, evidently, was not the same man, and neither was the Ianto who had fallen off his roof. But that didn't make him any less enamored by Remi.
Shifting back into his human form, the fox propped an elbow on his knee and considered the other man for a moment. "I'd like to make you happy," he blurted.
