Ianto
"What do I call it? Livin', mostly." Ianto's smile was sunny and only grew sunnier as Remi appeared in truth; honestly, the fox would never get tired of looking at him after everything he'd been through to get the privilege. Not that he could tell the alchemist any of that, but whatever.
Clambering to his feet, he offered a mischievous little laugh at the mere mention that he didn't mind his 'tricky woods', shrugging his shoulders. "Why should I? I know my way through perfectly fine," he said. "What were you goin' in there for anyway?"
Clambering to his feet, he offered a mischievous little laugh at the mere mention that he didn't mind his 'tricky woods', shrugging his shoulders. "Why should I? I know my way through perfectly fine," he said. "What were you goin' in there for anyway?"
