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realityshifted2008-11-12 12:59 pm
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[Ianto is sat on the threadbare sofa he usually borrows when he wants to have somewhere to sit on the Plane, seemingly heavily involved in conversing with the pterodactyl in front of him. The pterodactyl, on the other hand, is showing very little interest in what Ianto's saying. Instead she's staring intently at the chocolate bar in his hands.] You know, at some point I'll learn that what he thinks he needs is probably exactly what he doesn't need. I'll have to talk to him when he gets his memories back. See if he's--
[She seems to have finally had enough of waiting at this stage, and interrupts his sentence with a loud screech and a headbutt. Ianto gives her an exasperated look, reaching out to give her eye ridges an affectionate scratch.] Oi. Be patient, you. You can have it in a minute. [She just screeches again at that, snapping at Ianto's hand. He pulls back before she can grab it though, and tosses the chocolate bar a few feet away with a roll of his eyes.] Alright, fine. You can have it now. But you'll be having milk chocolate next time. White, if you carry on like that.
[She doesn't seem too worried about the threat, instead hopping over to where he's thrown the chocolate and flying onto the roof of the Plane's cinema to get it open where she won't be disturbed.]
[She seems to have finally had enough of waiting at this stage, and interrupts his sentence with a loud screech and a headbutt. Ianto gives her an exasperated look, reaching out to give her eye ridges an affectionate scratch.] Oi. Be patient, you. You can have it in a minute. [She just screeches again at that, snapping at Ianto's hand. He pulls back before she can grab it though, and tosses the chocolate bar a few feet away with a roll of his eyes.] Alright, fine. You can have it now. But you'll be having milk chocolate next time. White, if you carry on like that.
[She doesn't seem too worried about the threat, instead hopping over to where he's thrown the chocolate and flying onto the roof of the Plane's cinema to get it open where she won't be disturbed.]
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