IANTO
It was testament to Ianto's investment in performance that he (somehow) kept a straight face as he was presented with his new friend(?)'s pathetically awkward striptease. The fox nodded approvingly, as if he was at the theatre or a talent show, leaning back on one hand and arching an eyebrow at the sequined pants presented to him. Glorious, truly. The bed shifted as the other man sat back down, Ianto grinning at last. "You did tell me," he conceded. "And I do apologise. I'll stick with little fish from here on, shall I?"
Dragged closer through no decision of his own, Ianto had to take the pipe from his lips to avoid spilling ash all over "Oli"'s sequined lap. For all of the clumsiness and annoyances thus far, however, the fox was sold on one thing - the man in his wagon really could spin a yarn. He listened intently at the description of the flying city and its eventual downfall, the inhabitants simultaneously blessed and cursed by Rae (sounded about right).
"Merfolk, you say? Sounds amazing. Where did you hear such a tale? Or are you one of those flying Attuned, eh?"
Dragged closer through no decision of his own, Ianto had to take the pipe from his lips to avoid spilling ash all over "Oli"'s sequined lap. For all of the clumsiness and annoyances thus far, however, the fox was sold on one thing - the man in his wagon really could spin a yarn. He listened intently at the description of the flying city and its eventual downfall, the inhabitants simultaneously blessed and cursed by Rae (sounded about right).
"Merfolk, you say? Sounds amazing. Where did you hear such a tale? Or are you one of those flying Attuned, eh?"
where are your gods now
