IANTO
With another curse that, whilst in a foreign tongue is undoubtedly directed at Remi, Ianto vows to keep a closer eye on the beach and any objects that might mysteriously find their way into his path. ”Alistair - that’s the bastard.” He nods in confirmation, though the amusement in his eyes dies a bit at the mention of Ashetta. ”Mm. When I was a kid I was with Warren when he saw her after she’d killed someone. Scarred for life, good fun and all that.”
If Ianto notices Remi’s sudden awkwardness, he decides not to show it or act upon it, the fox wrinkling his nose and scoffing. ”It won’t catch fire and I can swim,” he informs the other man haughtily, straightening up as well. ”Just for you, though, I’ll go and turn ‘em off.”
Ianto tosses the little wagon onto the sands before them, where it lands as a firecracker might. There’s a distinguishable POP! sort of noise, before the wagon balloons out into full size, lanterns flickering within. ”Home sweet wagon,” the fox announces, marching forward to go and make it marginally more fire-proof.
If Ianto notices Remi’s sudden awkwardness, he decides not to show it or act upon it, the fox wrinkling his nose and scoffing. ”It won’t catch fire and I can swim,” he informs the other man haughtily, straightening up as well. ”Just for you, though, I’ll go and turn ‘em off.”
Ianto tosses the little wagon onto the sands before them, where it lands as a firecracker might. There’s a distinguishable POP! sort of noise, before the wagon balloons out into full size, lanterns flickering within. ”Home sweet wagon,” the fox announces, marching forward to go and make it marginally more fire-proof.
i know places we can hide
