Ianto
Ianto let out a yelp and almost dropped the fishtank as Remi skittered up the back of his coat, and he was laughing and trying not to wiggle about while the raccoon made himself comfortable. "You could warn me," he said, grinning and tilting his head away from Remi's snickering and whiskers.
"A Wicker Woman..." Ianto frowned, glancing to the alchemist. "This is starting to smell like a quest, you know," he said. "I know where you can find some of those trees. But I insist on going with you. If one of them snares you, even you might struggle to get away."
"A Wicker Woman..." Ianto frowned, glancing to the alchemist. "This is starting to smell like a quest, you know," he said. "I know where you can find some of those trees. But I insist on going with you. If one of them snares you, even you might struggle to get away."
