JAMES
"Well, I wouldn't know now would I, what with last DeepFrost spent all snug as a bug in yer wagon the entire time." And oh, what a season of mischief that had been. Glancing over his shoulder at his impressive work of art, the snake turned back to the fox with a look of arrogant hurt. "Whatcha' mean you don't recognize it?" He wondered, scratching lazily at his curls. "Oy! It's called artistic license mate. Lookit' up." So saying, he reached for a pinecone and tossed it onto the shaft of the dick, turning back expectantly towards Ianto. "There. How about now? It's even got that little freckle." All eyebrows and stupid grins, the snake seemed thoroughly convinced he'd won this one.
'Garbage?' James repeated ""Trash??" His indignation was bright in the chilly air. "You are gonna eat those words soon as I can feel my fingers again." Waggling his long fingers stiffly to make his point, the thief lifted his chin like some offended royal as he sauntered into the wagon, bag of goods in tow.
'Garbage?' James repeated ""Trash??" His indignation was bright in the chilly air. "You are gonna eat those words soon as I can feel my fingers again." Waggling his long fingers stiffly to make his point, the thief lifted his chin like some offended royal as he sauntered into the wagon, bag of goods in tow.
what, from the bottom of my heart,
the fuck
the fuck
