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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.]
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:
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He leans back in his chair, takes out a cigarette and lights it with considerable flair. "So, ready for dessert? Or should we just skip it and go right upstairs?"
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"Let's go upstairs. There's no reason to put off the sex any longer."
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... again, if you didn't know John you wouldn't notice it, but there's something about his voice and the way he stands up and pushes his chair back ... as if he wished otherwise.
As if he'd almost dared to wish for more, once.
Life's a bitch, innit?
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"Right." He pushes himself up and tucks the box under his arm.