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[likesthecoat]

As usual, Ianto is sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee and his diary.

If one were to peek over his shoulder, one would see the words, "Today is my birthday" written at the top of today's page.

But one wouldn't do that, would one? It's terribly bad manners.


[tags of smallness: Maj. Evan Lorne, Billy Kaplan.]

[ooc: Work-relate slowtime in effect.]

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[goodolefuntime.livejournal.com]

Hurley flashes a smile. "Yeah, good point," he says. "So, dude. Like... where are you from and stuff?"

[likesthecoat]

"Cardiff, Wales. Great Britain," he adds, because very few people know what a 'Wales' is.

[goodolefuntime.livejournal.com]

"Huh, neat," Hurley says. "That's cool. I don't think I've ever met, like, a Waler before."

[likesthecoat]

"We're called 'Welsh'," Ianto says, utterly failing not to wince.

[goodolefuntime.livejournal.com]

"Oh, sorry dude," Hurley says. "If it's any consolation, I didn't think you were, like, a whale hunter."

[likesthecoat]

"It would be awkward in this suit."

[goodolefuntime.livejournal.com]

Hurley nods and smiles. "That's cool, dude. Well, I guess, like... I should probably let you get back to your diary. Was nice meeting you."

[likesthecoat]

"Nice meeting you, too. Take care, Hurley."

He turns back to his diary.