Ianto
A shadow fell across the doorway that was, quite frankly, far too low for his liking, Ianto having to stoop a little just to grin in at the seamstress of the village. "Jiao," he greeted, arching a coppery brow in admiration of what she was working on, tilting his head and seeming visibly impressed. "My dear, if I had the legs for that outfit I daresay I'd be asking to wear it myself," he said, the silver on his tongue as bright as ever today.
"I wondered if I might trouble you for a few bits and pieces? And some repair work, if possible?" He lifted an arm to show where the seam along the sleeve of his coat had begun to fray. Ianto was rarely seen without the thing, mainly because it contained so many hidden pockets that it was likely a magical item in itself.
"I wondered if I might trouble you for a few bits and pieces? And some repair work, if possible?" He lifted an arm to show where the seam along the sleeve of his coat had begun to fray. Ianto was rarely seen without the thing, mainly because it contained so many hidden pockets that it was likely a magical item in itself.
