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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 would never presume to think he knows Constantine . . . but his expression is troubled and he doesn't move right away.

"Right." He pushes himself up and tucks the box under his arm.