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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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[likesthecoat]

Ianto shrugs. "I've never been offworld, that's true, but I've seen more species than mere humans."

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I didn't mean to imply that you're not a seasoned and worldly gentleman," she replies, cheerfully and hopefully reassuring.

"I'm human, by the way. A human with an interesting relationship with gamma radiation, but a human nonetheless."

[likesthecoat]

"You . . . live on it?" Ianto guesses.

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

"No. I was given a transfusion of blood that was heavily mutated by gamma radiation. That transfusion activated a rare gene - a gene that I possess, along with a select few others - which in turn caused me to gain some strength, stamina, healing ability, muscle mass, and to turn green when I feel in the mood. You could drop the Empire State Building on me and I'd walk away whistling."

This might be the understatement of the last millennium. Or two.

[likesthecoat]

"Blimey," Ianto says. "I'd say sorry but the benefits don't seem that bad."