from mixed drinks to techno beats it's always
Tipping the fox a wink laden with confidence, James brushed off the criticism of his clothes with a lazy wave of his hand. "And when did a little rain become such a bad thing?" He asked, puckering in his lips as he took a long drag of his cigarette. "S'good for the skin." Though looking down at the way the material had sort of chaffed around his shoulders, James wrinkled his nose and shrugged.
"Something better than dragon-given flight weeds? Colour me interested."
Grinning and watching as Ianto worked with all the mischievousness of a kitten watching a bit of lint flitting around (all the while his hands casually searched under the blankets for any trinkets the fox might keep stashed there), James snorted and held up his hands signalling he'd not meant any offence.
"Arduinna, huh? How is that old broad? Still with the fiery hair and the—" Here, James made a hissing sort of sound as he mimed his hands into claws. All this he said as if the wild fae and he were old pals, seeming entirely non-plussed to hear that Ianto was her ward. "That'll explain the collar then." He added, pointing at the fox's neck with two fingers holding onto his cigarette.
Offering Ianto a lazy swoon at his introduction, James merely yawned as a preface to his own. "They call me Oli, guardian of the seven statues." He said, eyes growing large as his brows bobbed mysteriously.
"Something better than dragon-given flight weeds? Colour me interested."
Grinning and watching as Ianto worked with all the mischievousness of a kitten watching a bit of lint flitting around (all the while his hands casually searched under the blankets for any trinkets the fox might keep stashed there), James snorted and held up his hands signalling he'd not meant any offence.
"Arduinna, huh? How is that old broad? Still with the fiery hair and the—" Here, James made a hissing sort of sound as he mimed his hands into claws. All this he said as if the wild fae and he were old pals, seeming entirely non-plussed to hear that Ianto was her ward. "That'll explain the collar then." He added, pointing at the fox's neck with two fingers holding onto his cigarette.
Offering Ianto a lazy swoon at his introduction, James merely yawned as a preface to his own. "They call me Oli, guardian of the seven statues." He said, eyes growing large as his brows bobbed mysteriously.
heavy into everything
