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"Little fish." James repeated, wanting to sound annoyed at the nickname but finding nothing truly biting about it.
The real trick with being a successful liar was ensuring that there was enough truth sprinkled about to cast doubt overall on just how much bullshit there was. Or at least to keep your audience wanting more such that it hardly mattered. Standing, James began possibly the least attractive striptease there was. Owing only partially to the fact that it was hard to look seductive when trying to climb your way out of a shirt made of a net, and mostly to the fact that James' body was pale, scrawny, and covered in various tattoos with only a smattering of hair on his chest and a pathetic treasure trail leading downwards, still the grand finish was worth it. (Probably. Hopefully).
Indeed, shucking his way out of the net revealed a pair of silvery-sequined underwear. Placing his hands on his hips and rolling them in a circle, James grinned at Ianto. " Eh? Eh? What did I tell ya'?"
Plopping down, his rod and tackle a happy bulge behind the silver sparkles, the snake waggled a finger at the fox. "I'll tell ya if you cut that sir shit out right now." He admonished with a grin, before wrapping an arm around Ianto's shoulders to draw him in close just as James exhaled a haze of smoke.
"The flying city of Azadoom hovered over the silver sea. " He began, voice far away and well-timed as any good narrators voice should be. "Long ago there was an entire city that floated, just like a cloud." James continued in a whimsical voice, punctuating the tale with rings or puffs of smoke when appropriate. "All manner of attuned lived up there, but all with wings of course. Now one day a bunch of pissy non-flighters—" Here James nudged Ianto as if to say and obviously you know what I mean by non-flighter, before continuing. "Got Rae on their side, and—" Making an explosion gesturing with his fingers and then whistling a note that went from high to low to indicate something falling, James' fingers suddenly flew apart when his whistle reached a low enough tone, indicating an explosion. "Down she came. The flying city and all its people landed in the silver sea. But Rae wasn't one to be heartless, so they gave 'em all a new fish-y shift." Taking another drag on his cigarette and letting it out, he offered Ianto a lazy wink.
"And that's how the merfolk came to be down there. The floating city landed at the bottom of the sea. "
The real trick with being a successful liar was ensuring that there was enough truth sprinkled about to cast doubt overall on just how much bullshit there was. Or at least to keep your audience wanting more such that it hardly mattered. Standing, James began possibly the least attractive striptease there was. Owing only partially to the fact that it was hard to look seductive when trying to climb your way out of a shirt made of a net, and mostly to the fact that James' body was pale, scrawny, and covered in various tattoos with only a smattering of hair on his chest and a pathetic treasure trail leading downwards, still the grand finish was worth it. (Probably. Hopefully).
Indeed, shucking his way out of the net revealed a pair of silvery-sequined underwear. Placing his hands on his hips and rolling them in a circle, James grinned at Ianto. " Eh? Eh? What did I tell ya'?"
Plopping down, his rod and tackle a happy bulge behind the silver sparkles, the snake waggled a finger at the fox. "I'll tell ya if you cut that sir shit out right now." He admonished with a grin, before wrapping an arm around Ianto's shoulders to draw him in close just as James exhaled a haze of smoke.
"The flying city of Azadoom hovered over the silver sea. " He began, voice far away and well-timed as any good narrators voice should be. "Long ago there was an entire city that floated, just like a cloud." James continued in a whimsical voice, punctuating the tale with rings or puffs of smoke when appropriate. "All manner of attuned lived up there, but all with wings of course. Now one day a bunch of pissy non-flighters—" Here James nudged Ianto as if to say and obviously you know what I mean by non-flighter, before continuing. "Got Rae on their side, and—" Making an explosion gesturing with his fingers and then whistling a note that went from high to low to indicate something falling, James' fingers suddenly flew apart when his whistle reached a low enough tone, indicating an explosion. "Down she came. The flying city and all its people landed in the silver sea. But Rae wasn't one to be heartless, so they gave 'em all a new fish-y shift." Taking another drag on his cigarette and letting it out, he offered Ianto a lazy wink.
"And that's how the merfolk came to be down there. The floating city landed at the bottom of the sea. "
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