"Is there another word for it?" Ianto wanted to know with a smirk, taking another sip of his tea and setting the cup down for a moment. Between the drink and the fire he was starting to warm through, the fox happily wiggling his toes. Remi's poetic explanation of things brought a golden smile to the merchant's face, Ianto raising an eyebrow and tilting his head at the other man.
"Well, when we finally know what the ending of this tale will be, maybe I can write this out and sell our story to the masses." Ever the practical one (or the greedy one, in this case). "Until then, though... you're not entirely alone, Remi. Remember that, okay?"
"Well, when we finally know what the ending of this tale will be, maybe I can write this out and sell our story to the masses." Ever the practical one (or the greedy one, in this case). "Until then, though... you're not entirely alone, Remi. Remember that, okay?"
IANTO
