IANTO
Distracted by their conversation as he is, Ianto does indeed trip over Remi’s foot, the bell on his laces tinkling merrily as he attempts to right himself, huffing out a startled laugh. ”You bastard,” he accuses warmly, turning to walk backwards, folding his arms across his chest. ”Excuse me - I told you all the important bits. Though I’ll give you that - I should’ve told you more about the food. Like the time you fed me chicken legs at a wedding,” he says, grinning.
His hand caught by Remi’s, the fox pauses, puzzled for a moment, only for honest delight to flicker over his face as the drink appears. ”Someone has been practicing,” he says, no small hint of envy in his expression. ”Mm, perhaps we’ll find one. I’m such a bore, you’ll not get any laughs from me.” Taking a sip of the wine (presumably), Ianto hums an appreciative sound, then puts the pipe back between his lips.
”Y’know this is the best walk I’ve been on in ages.”
His hand caught by Remi’s, the fox pauses, puzzled for a moment, only for honest delight to flicker over his face as the drink appears. ”Someone has been practicing,” he says, no small hint of envy in his expression. ”Mm, perhaps we’ll find one. I’m such a bore, you’ll not get any laughs from me.” Taking a sip of the wine (presumably), Ianto hums an appreciative sound, then puts the pipe back between his lips.
”Y’know this is the best walk I’ve been on in ages.”
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