IANTO
there's a bulletproof bond
Flicking his eyes up to meet Remi's, Ianto flashes the other man a crookedly golden grin, shrugging his shoulder. "That's a good point, I guess," he says, neatly tying off the bandages and making a mental note to hassle Remi to let him change them tomorrow. Then he steps back, straightening his shirt and collar. "In that case, let me allow you to sulk to your heart's content. Sometimes that's just what we need, you know?"
With a wink, the merchant promptly shrinks down, shifting into fluffy copper fur and black tipped ears. The fox shakes himself out and sneezes, as if his proximity to the ground has gotten something up his nose, before he bounds up the wagon's steps and into Remi's lap. He doesn't have to care about feelings or awkwardness in his form, burrowing against the alchemist and huffing out a warm breath against his shoulder.
With a wink, the merchant promptly shrinks down, shifting into fluffy copper fur and black tipped ears. The fox shakes himself out and sneezes, as if his proximity to the ground has gotten something up his nose, before he bounds up the wagon's steps and into Remi's lap. He doesn't have to care about feelings or awkwardness in his form, burrowing against the alchemist and huffing out a warm breath against his shoulder.
between me and you
