IANTO
Ianto was putty in Remi's hands, a stupid little smile on his face as he was fawned over, and he melted into the hands on his body and the lips against his own, eyes slipping shut for a moment. He seemed close to wanting to nap, in fact, the fox having to snap himself out of it to accept the clothes (and the sultry little look from Remi), shucking into them and ruffling a hand through his coppery hair. "That is a very good point," he muttered, looking worriedly towards the door.
Buttoning his shirt and pants, Ianto nodded to Remi and smiled, looking perhaps the most relaxed that he ever had done within the barrier. "Alright. Let's meet our dragony maker," he murmured, making sure to stay behind the alchemist so he didn't get eaten.
Buttoning his shirt and pants, Ianto nodded to Remi and smiled, looking perhaps the most relaxed that he ever had done within the barrier. "Alright. Let's meet our dragony maker," he murmured, making sure to stay behind the alchemist so he didn't get eaten.
where are your gods now
