IANTO
"That isn't a sign of bad listening, that's a sign of bad storytelling on your part. You got distracted." Ianto waggled a finger at the other man and grinned, still moving things here and there in his cupboards; the wagon moved them independently, he swore. Still, it also seemed to keep things fresh, and despite Ianto's being away for so long, the loaf of bread he took down looked as though it had been made that day. A jar of berry jam joined it a second later, the fox closing the cupboards again.
"Well?" he said expectantly as he cut the bread into thick slices. "What of these statues, then? The least you could do is finish what you were saying." He bounced his eyebrows across at the snake, as if pushing the responsibility back onto him. "Maybe so," he agreed, smirking at the dramatic display. "All the more reason for you to keep talking, no?"
"Well?" he said expectantly as he cut the bread into thick slices. "What of these statues, then? The least you could do is finish what you were saying." He bounced his eyebrows across at the snake, as if pushing the responsibility back onto him. "Maybe so," he agreed, smirking at the dramatic display. "All the more reason for you to keep talking, no?"
where are your gods now
