IANTO
”Dream magic? Oh do tell me more.” Ianto grins, though he doesn’t really sound like he wants to know what the fuck all of that is about. Not just yet anyway. Did it work with his schedule, though, this new world of adventure? The fox snorts and stretches his arms above his head, squinting out at the afternoon sun as if to judge the time. ”It really interrupts all the napping I was planning this week. But I reckon I could manage it,” he says.
Raising his eyebrows, Ianto folds his arms across his chest and flashes his friend a golden, if not shit-eating smile. ”Let me rephrase,” he says. ”There’s a lot of stuff I’m quite attached to in that wagon, and I’d like to get it safely out of the way of huntsmen, alchemists and infants before you move in. I can offer you first dibs on my bullshit, but not on my horde.”
Raising his eyebrows, Ianto folds his arms across his chest and flashes his friend a golden, if not shit-eating smile. ”Let me rephrase,” he says. ”There’s a lot of stuff I’m quite attached to in that wagon, and I’d like to get it safely out of the way of huntsmen, alchemists and infants before you move in. I can offer you first dibs on my bullshit, but not on my horde.”
where are your gods now
