Ianto
Ianto's amber eyes closed happily at the scritches that Killian so willingly delivered, and he butted into the other man's hand as if to tell him exactly the right spot. Still, he had at least expected a name in return - the man had the scent of an Attuned, made all the easier given that he was currently in his fox fur, but his confusion suggested he had no idea what was going on.
And... well. Yeah, Ianto could have explained. But there was so much more fun he might have with this. Uh... yES, he replied, thickening his accent considerably and intoning it in all the wrong places. At the same time, he rose onto all four paws and snuffled at Killian's hand, disappointed that the scritching had stopped.
i Am uR sPIriT gUiDe, he continued, padding off down the road. foLLOw mE to uR DeSTiNy.
And... well. Yeah, Ianto could have explained. But there was so much more fun he might have with this. Uh... yES, he replied, thickening his accent considerably and intoning it in all the wrong places. At the same time, he rose onto all four paws and snuffled at Killian's hand, disappointed that the scritching had stopped.
i Am uR sPIriT gUiDe, he continued, padding off down the road. foLLOw mE to uR DeSTiNy.
