JAMES
"Waif?" James looked about to argue at that, but decided against it. Especially if his sickly-physique was going to net him some dinner. Not moving at all as Ianto puttered around, James merely rubbed at his head as it was unceremoniously knocked with a pot. "Oy. Watch it. I might have a need for that later." He scolded playfully knowing that was the head he used least.
"Oh, oh. Listen to the sass on him ladies and gentlemen. I come bearing gifts and nothing but the goodest of intentions—" In saying, James briefly paused and pulled a face, suddenly realizing goodest wasn't a word. "— and I am nothing but insulted. To my face." Pointing at his mug in emphasize, James crossed one leg delicately over the other and huffed.
"Mmm, about that. Heard from a friend of a friend you caught yourself a bit of sun recently. Have you finally given up these depressed woods for more reasonable weather?"
"Oh, oh. Listen to the sass on him ladies and gentlemen. I come bearing gifts and nothing but the goodest of intentions—" In saying, James briefly paused and pulled a face, suddenly realizing goodest wasn't a word. "— and I am nothing but insulted. To my face." Pointing at his mug in emphasize, James crossed one leg delicately over the other and huffed.
"Mmm, about that. Heard from a friend of a friend you caught yourself a bit of sun recently. Have you finally given up these depressed woods for more reasonable weather?"
what, from the bottom of my heart,
the fuck
the fuck
