Ianto
Ianto was trying to snatch the sun rippling along the water with his hands while Remi tried to grab it with the basket, the fox laughing and almost falling back beneath the surface as the alchemist fanned water at him with arms that were suddenly wings. Spluttering and shielding his face from the splashing, he did his best to chase after the errant rays of light, out of breath and laughing by the time it became clear that it was no good.
"Drat," he said, sweeping his red hair out of his face and turning to wade up behnd Remi. Slipping his arms around the other man, he drew him back against his chest and leant in to kiss his cheek. "It got away. Better luck next time, I guess."
"Drat," he said, sweeping his red hair out of his face and turning to wade up behnd Remi. Slipping his arms around the other man, he drew him back against his chest and leant in to kiss his cheek. "It got away. Better luck next time, I guess."
