JAMES
"Is that your way of tellin' me you've got a toe fetish, then?" The snake quipped back, continuing to carefully outline whatever the fuck he was imprinting into the snow. "Howsit' I'm only hearin' about this now?" Glancing up, moss-green eyes wicked beneath curls sporting a small dusting of snow, the snake straightened and spread wide his arms so that Ianto might behold his creation. "Recognize it?" He asked, sounding extremely proud of himself. It was, to the surprise of no one, a massive dick.
You wanted me? James grinned at that, shooting the fox a not so subtle wink, before scoffing. "It's like you don't even know me anymore mate. Buy clothes. How very dare you, sir." Reaching for his bag and looking the part of a garbage-Santa Claus coming off of an acid trip, the thief tapped the canvas. "Lemme in and you'll be givin' me the clothes off yer back in appreciation for what I've brought."
You wanted me? James grinned at that, shooting the fox a not so subtle wink, before scoffing. "It's like you don't even know me anymore mate. Buy clothes. How very dare you, sir." Reaching for his bag and looking the part of a garbage-Santa Claus coming off of an acid trip, the thief tapped the canvas. "Lemme in and you'll be givin' me the clothes off yer back in appreciation for what I've brought."
what, from the bottom of my heart,
the fuck
the fuck
