IANTO
”I knew it,” Ianto says proudly. ”And that seems very unfair. Personally I thought you’d have done well with a bunny-kitten-swan combo,” he informs him, setting his teacup down now and making sure he’s put the lid back on the honey properly. He scoffs at the prospect of being proposed to in general, Ianto lurching to stand up and take their cups to the sink for washing up later. ”Reckon that marriage is crowded enough with three, let alone more,” he tells Remi.
His eyes narrow as he glances over his shoulder, expression full of mischief. ”Aye, but you’ve never tried to steal this wagon,” he says - not that he knows of, anyway. Either way, it alludes to exactly the sort of thing that Remi has imagined; if the wagon has defence mechanisms, not even the fox can understand them exactly.
Clapping his hands together, Ianto nods enthusiastically. ”Yes, let’s,” he announces, ushering the Alchemist out of the wagon (and making sure that all the lanterns were definitely extinguished this time), shutting the door and standing before it in the sand.
Quietly, he begins to whistle - a tune that Remi knows well, in fact, from where the fox has tracked his home previously. Except this time, rather than appearing, the Wishing Wagon shrinks back into its pocket-sized form, allowing Ianto to pluck it up and slip it in a pocket. ”Ta daaaa.”
His eyes narrow as he glances over his shoulder, expression full of mischief. ”Aye, but you’ve never tried to steal this wagon,” he says - not that he knows of, anyway. Either way, it alludes to exactly the sort of thing that Remi has imagined; if the wagon has defence mechanisms, not even the fox can understand them exactly.
Clapping his hands together, Ianto nods enthusiastically. ”Yes, let’s,” he announces, ushering the Alchemist out of the wagon (and making sure that all the lanterns were definitely extinguished this time), shutting the door and standing before it in the sand.
Quietly, he begins to whistle - a tune that Remi knows well, in fact, from where the fox has tracked his home previously. Except this time, rather than appearing, the Wishing Wagon shrinks back into its pocket-sized form, allowing Ianto to pluck it up and slip it in a pocket. ”Ta daaaa.”
i know places we can hide
