Ianto
"I know." Ianto barks out a laugh, equally as perturbed by it as they begin to stroll through the woods together. His hands sit in his pockets quite comfortably - clearly Ianto has had a chance to get over this in a way that Remi is still learning to process. "It was in the basement of the Halenani if that helps at all. I think I was there to pay my respects to James, or something. Someone pressed that weird button that made the place all..." He gestures vaguely, meaning sexy. "And a lot of people and booze and other stuff later..."
He nods at Fiadh, who clearly doesn't give the smallest fuck about what they are discussing. Upright in Remi's arms, the girl is busy braiding some of the alchemist's curls. She's braiding both of their hair together, actually, and Remi will find himself neatly plaited to the fox's daughter within moment. "I made you fire hair, like me," she says.
He nods at Fiadh, who clearly doesn't give the smallest fuck about what they are discussing. Upright in Remi's arms, the girl is busy braiding some of the alchemist's curls. She's braiding both of their hair together, actually, and Remi will find himself neatly plaited to the fox's daughter within moment. "I made you fire hair, like me," she says.
