IANTO
Ianto wants to ask Remi to tell his face that he’s sorted his thoughts on the fox, but he knows better than to risk opening up that box again. So instead he just levels a grin back at the other man, taking another sip of gin and offering the bottle back to the alchemist. ”I don’t need to know about your feats of acrobatics,” he drawls, ruffling a hand back through his hair and pulling himself to his feet.
”When are you thinking of leaving? I’d better go and clear out the wagon. Or at least make it less...” He gives a gesture that approximates messy but really means Ianto. Remi knows well about the fox’s eclectic and extravagant tastes, and he’ll have to reign that in now that he’s more travelling merchant than live-in fox.
”When are you thinking of leaving? I’d better go and clear out the wagon. Or at least make it less...” He gives a gesture that approximates messy but really means Ianto. Remi knows well about the fox’s eclectic and extravagant tastes, and he’ll have to reign that in now that he’s more travelling merchant than live-in fox.
where are your gods now
