06- An uncommon sight

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack appears on the Plane, currently seated at his desk. He lacks his usual greatcoat, which is hung up back at his office. His desk is a mess, cluttered with papers and the odd piece of junk. He seems to be currently focused on a particular stack of documents in front of him, pen poised in his hand, unmoving. Jack seems to be willing the papers to disappear, or simply burn out of existence; either one would work for him.

He's been like this for about twenty minutes now, and anyone taking a closer look would see the extends of his work; a detailed doodle at the top of the page of the SUV, complete with mud splatters and the Torchwood logo]

Comments

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I could. I know you, Ianto; I'm not the only one that enjoys the coffee and the sex.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

First off; I make my own coffee. Second; if you break the coffee machine I'll be too annoyed to want to sleep with you.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[sighs, giving him a look] Come on Ianto, you don't actually think I'd break the coffee machine, do you? You like that thing too much.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

It's hard to tell with you.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes] You don't have to worry, I won't touch your coffee machine.