Ianto
Well, that didn’t go to plan at all, did it? Ianto found himself shifted back on two legs, admiring the sorry state of the ground and the damage his paws had done to it. Rubbing at the back of his head, he glanced around surreptitiously to see whether either of his Fae friends (yeah, right) had noticed. When he thought the coast was clear, the fox took up the shovel and the hoe and went at it with a more human approach.
He worked more slowly this time, making sure to pull weeds properly, and filling in the patches and holes created by his earlier overzealous efforts. Hopefully this time it wouldn’t be nearly as disastrous.
Ianto tries again, this time with the shovel and the hoe so he can’t ruin things so much with his fox claws.
He worked more slowly this time, making sure to pull weeds properly, and filling in the patches and holes created by his earlier overzealous efforts. Hopefully this time it wouldn’t be nearly as disastrous.
Ianto tries again, this time with the shovel and the hoe so he can’t ruin things so much with his fox claws.
