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"Don't think of it as dripping. Think of it as a nice pre-wash. You'll thank me for it later." James quipped back easily, catching the towel and looking at it as if unsure just what he was meant to do with it. "Ahh, noticed that did'ja?" James said with a grin, slinging the towel over his shoulder and running his hands down his sides to emphasize the garment he was wearing.
Wafting the smoke into his face and inhaling deeply and shamelessly, James sighed suddenly wishing very much he had something of his own to smoke.
"Oh." Watching as Ianto's eyes changed colour—he much preferred the blue, to be honest—the snake gave a wistful sigh. "Ahh shame. Y'see I was given quite a large stash of these rather amazing plants. They make y'fly when you smoke them." He said, whistling through his teeth and making wing motions with his hands. "But they were for the blue-eyed man, so..."
Inguldently leaning forward (and dripping onto Ianto's feet in the process no doubt), James breathed in as the fox lit his cigarette, letting the air fill the inside of his mouth and the back of his throat, before billowing it out again in three concentric rings. "Good man." James hummed, slipping the fishing net over his head and letting it slop onto the ground as he sank onto Ianto's bed casual as anything.
"So if you're not my blue-eyed man, who are you?"
Wafting the smoke into his face and inhaling deeply and shamelessly, James sighed suddenly wishing very much he had something of his own to smoke.
"Oh." Watching as Ianto's eyes changed colour—he much preferred the blue, to be honest—the snake gave a wistful sigh. "Ahh shame. Y'see I was given quite a large stash of these rather amazing plants. They make y'fly when you smoke them." He said, whistling through his teeth and making wing motions with his hands. "But they were for the blue-eyed man, so..."
Inguldently leaning forward (and dripping onto Ianto's feet in the process no doubt), James breathed in as the fox lit his cigarette, letting the air fill the inside of his mouth and the back of his throat, before billowing it out again in three concentric rings. "Good man." James hummed, slipping the fishing net over his head and letting it slop onto the ground as he sank onto Ianto's bed casual as anything.
"So if you're not my blue-eyed man, who are you?"
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