but you painted me golden

i could be anything in the world

Not sure what to expect when he reemerges—Ianto might be naked, might have left entirely, might have killed something already—the Alchemist can only grin to see the brown towel and the still mostly-brown fox upon it.

"Manners, you." Remi says, spinning in a circle to try and evade the fox. He doesn't mind getting dirty again, but it's the principle of the thing. Probably. "You know, I have the strangest urge to tell you to sit before I give you this." Remi murmurs under his breath, immediately deciding the idea of Ianto as some sort of pet is an unhappy one. Setting down the stew but taking the spoon out of it, Remi plops himself into a chair nearly spilling his portion all over himself. Grumbling idle threats to himself under his breath, he lifts his feet to rest them on the bannister as all around them the world is almost entirely washed away.

"We'll have to reintroduce you to Sugar if you're going to come inside like that." Remi says conversationally, taking a large bite of potato. "She's become...rather protective. Moreso than usual."

THE ALCHEMIST

but all i wanted was to be his