i love it when i catch you looking at me
I am a merchant, and therefore guilty as charged, Ianto tells his friend, jaws opening in a goofy fox smile for good measure. Whining in the back of his throat and trying to onoxiously shove his head under Remi's hand that he might be able to better provide those scritches they talked about, as the other man breaches the subject that plagues him - and gods if it isn't something to make even the merchant's blood runs cold - Ianto reacts in perhaps a surprising way.
Clambering atop the blankets so as to be fully covering Remi, Ianto all but sprawls out on him, head tucked between his front paws, his silky and black tipped ears flat against his head. Do you want to talk about it? he asks. Or do you just want to lay here and wait for LongNight to be over?
Clambering atop the blankets so as to be fully covering Remi, Ianto all but sprawls out on him, head tucked between his front paws, his silky and black tipped ears flat against his head. Do you want to talk about it? he asks. Or do you just want to lay here and wait for LongNight to be over?
