i love it when i catch you looking at me
The bark that Ianto lets out is a close approximation of a laugh, huffed down the Alchemist’s sweater, his ear twitching against his cheek. wHaT oNe sHOuLd dO, he repeats, terribly mimicking the other man’s accent. What should we do, Remi? Join an army? Not kill animals? Have children? Leave the elderly and sick to die? He snorts. The goalposts change whoever you ask. Depends on who’s king, I find. No offence, to him or Ronin.
Reaching up, he presses a muddy paw this time to Remi’s nose, growling a note of amusement. That’s because you’re shit at being alone, he tells him, like it’s obvious. Always have been. Bet it doesn’t feel good to be a bastard to everyone, or to push ‘em all way. Bet it just feels easy.
Reaching up, he presses a muddy paw this time to Remi’s nose, growling a note of amusement. That’s because you’re shit at being alone, he tells him, like it’s obvious. Always have been. Bet it doesn’t feel good to be a bastard to everyone, or to push ‘em all way. Bet it just feels easy.
