it's not what it looks like
Ianto is enjoying his pipe and the rich light of the sunset, one leg hanging from the wagon step, a fox’s tail flicking to and fro from his partial shift. He exhales a few smoke rings when the voice calls out a greeting; about the same time as the singing stops, he notes. ”Oh - hello!” Ianto smiles at the approaching man, gold flashing in his teeth, and he lowers his pipe to pay more attention.
”I was quite enjoying it actually. What was it you were singing?” he asks, shifting up a bit and patting the step beside him, as if to invite the man up. ”I wouldn’t know, ‘bout the beach I mean. I’ve only been here once, and I wasn’t paying much attention to the beach. Cracking view though, eh?”
”I was quite enjoying it actually. What was it you were singing?” he asks, shifting up a bit and patting the step beside him, as if to invite the man up. ”I wouldn’t know, ‘bout the beach I mean. I’ve only been here once, and I wasn’t paying much attention to the beach. Cracking view though, eh?”
