it's not what it looks like
”It’s certainly a complicated beast, is booze,” Ianto confirms, tucking away his pipe in his inner pocket, leaning back on his hands. ”Sorry to hear ‘bout your roommate, though. I’m personally more of a fan of tea.” And drugs. Various drugs, most of which he had not indulged in for quite some time. At least they weren’t as bad as booze, in that he didn’t need topping up everyday.
His tail flicked as Sam mentioned it, Ianto flashing a golden grin his way and nodding. ”Aye, I do, as it happens. I’m a very ferocious cardinal, when the mood strikes. Got a very pretty song, if I do say so myself.” He raises a hand, and bright crimson feathers fluff out along it, as if to demonstrate.
Granted, it’s getting harder to see now that the sun is almost down, and Ianto shakes out his hand and squints across the sands. There’s a glint of gold in his eyes, the fox using the vision his shift lends him to see better. ”Sun sets quick here, doesn’t it? I’d better get this wagon off the beach.”
His tail flicked as Sam mentioned it, Ianto flashing a golden grin his way and nodding. ”Aye, I do, as it happens. I’m a very ferocious cardinal, when the mood strikes. Got a very pretty song, if I do say so myself.” He raises a hand, and bright crimson feathers fluff out along it, as if to demonstrate.
Granted, it’s getting harder to see now that the sun is almost down, and Ianto shakes out his hand and squints across the sands. There’s a glint of gold in his eyes, the fox using the vision his shift lends him to see better. ”Sun sets quick here, doesn’t it? I’d better get this wagon off the beach.”
