Ianto
"Lucky I'm here then, isn't it?" Ianto said with a quiet smile, vaulting over the fence to trudge over to Remi, his boots crunching on snow and frozen ground. He examined the area where the other man had been attempting, it looked like, to plant a rose that seemed very much worse for wear. He doubted the thing would take root there, the fox offering a sympathetic smile and offering Remi a hand up.
"Maybe at the front of the guildhall would be better?" he suggested. "I'll even plant one with you, if you like."
"Maybe at the front of the guildhall would be better?" he suggested. "I'll even plant one with you, if you like."
