it's not what it looks like
The appreciation was nice, though honestly Ianto was laughing a little too much right now to understand it. He did notice how hard his soggy, furry friend was gripping onto his shirt, the fox feeling a little bad for finding it so funny, but Remi had soon enough leaped down to tap little fingers against the tank. Nodding obligingly, Ianto let the fish splash into the water he’d filled it with, adding a bit more until he was content that the whisperfish would survive (it was still laughing long after he had stopped).
Letting out a long sigh and smiling satisfactorily at Remi, Ianto got his shoes back on and carefully hefted up the tank, either oblivious or uncaring of the eyes on them. Smiling to Remi, he nodded at his shoulder as if to invite the drenched alchemist back up to sit.
Letting out a long sigh and smiling satisfactorily at Remi, Ianto got his shoes back on and carefully hefted up the tank, either oblivious or uncaring of the eyes on them. Smiling to Remi, he nodded at his shoulder as if to invite the drenched alchemist back up to sit.
