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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's borrowed Jack's office, and is currently using his computer as his own personal entertainment system. He's watching James Bond just a little too loudly, and occasionally quoting in sync with the film or eating a Hobnob from a plate in front of him.  On top of Jack's paperwork there are two piles of DVD's-- one for films he's watched/watching (Goldfinger's open on the top), and one for films he's yet to watch.

He's also jacketless, tieless, and shoeless... and far too engrossed in what's happening onscreen to take any notice of what's going on around him.]

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[YAY IANTO. Have a Henrietta. Lurking. Curiously.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto doesn't notice. So with a mouth full of Hobnob;] You know, he kills little girls like you.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[alsdkjsd whut. Have the click of a P230 in your ear, Ianto, because DD8 ]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[See; icon... he hits pause, trying not to choke on biscuit crumbs.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Wh...what are you talking about?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...what are you talking about?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[sits beside him and starts munching on Jelly Babies as he watches]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Still having break time, and thus still dressed in SWAT gear with a light machine gun slung over her shoulder. The sweaty helmet dangles from one hand, and she's still got thick ink smeared across her forehead and looks like the very relaxed aftermath of a hairstyling disaster.]

Seen it a few times, have you?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[PAUSING. And giving him this look.] What are you doing?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Who's killing cyborgs?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

A few more than a few. [Grins, then looks back at her.] ...you alright?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Light laugh] Yes, I'm fine. Busy day.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Nobody. [Eying the gun warily, more than a little confused.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[That makes two of them] But that's what you said!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Looks like it. Hobnob? [Offers her the plate.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Her finger tightens on the trigger, but she had something she wanted to tell him SO NOT SHOOTING YET.] W-well?!

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

...Hobnob. [Dubious look, but she accepts, because she is hungry.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I was just saying what James Bond said. To Pu-- [Not going to finish that sentence. Because he really doesn't want to say Pussy Galore to a kid.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

It's like cross between a flapjack and digestive.... and it doesn't fall apart if you dunk it in coffee.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[The mun giggles at this. Henrietta lowers the gun cautiously, but doesn't take her finger off the trigger.] In the movie?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Relaxes slightly, nodding at this, but he's careful not to say anything that might make her suspicious again.]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

James Bond? Really Ianto [Crosses her arms a split second before she realises that she really isn't herself right now]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...oh. [Stands there for a second, and then opens her school-uniform-jacket-thing and tucks the P230 away after putting the safety back on.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

What's wrong with-- [He turns, cutting himself off when he realises he can't put a name to the face.]

...have we met?