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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto is sorting out the archives. Or at least part of them. He's knelt in front of a filing cabinet with one draw open, removing files that have been put in there by accident and rearranging those that are left. Even though this only seems to be the letters j-l there are 12 large filing cabinets in total, each draw containing the files on a particular subject.

And this is just the paperwork-- the alien artefacts themselves are kept in a completely different section of the archives, as is any information on them that wouldn't be relevant to the section he's currently filing. Whoever tries to tell you maintaining archives was easy is lying.]

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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...Diva, he's mute. If you want a reply at least let him go. :|]

[madamemoiselle]

{D: But it's fun to see him squirm...But she does let go after a moment while a light giggle}

I'm just kidding, of course! Ne, it's better for me that you can't talk anyways.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Takes a step away from her, and removes his tie so she can't do that again. Back to ignoring you, Diva.]

[madamemoiselle]

{She slips off the filing cabinet to stand in front of Ianto, placing her hands on his shoulders}

Ne, are you ignoring me now?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Barely glances at her before starting to bend to retrieve some files he was organising from the floor.]

[madamemoiselle]

{But Diva grabs his chin, coming closer to Ianto}

I don't like to be ignored, Ianto.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Tenses slightly, and tries to jerk back.]

[madamemoiselle]

{Diva puts one hand at the bottom of Ianto's back before he can jerk away, pulling him closer instead}

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto tenses even more, wanting nothing more than to move away right now.]

[madamemoiselle]

{She places a finger on his lips}

Poor little mute Ianto~ Can't even cry for help, can he?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto isn't quite sure where she's going with this, but he doubts he'll like it, so he starts to struggle.]

[madamemoiselle]

{Very sweetly} I am sorry, though. Ne, but it's about time that I had something to eat. I won't kill Ianto, though, and I might as well take it from someone that hates me, right?

{She pulls the collar of his shirt to the side leaning closer to his neck to bite into it}

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Increases his efforts to free himself, really starting to panic now.]

[madamemoiselle]

{Diva holds his neck still as she drinks, pulling away after a several moments. It's enough to fill her stomach, at least.}

Ne, delicious as always~

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He pulls his shirt collar back up as soon as he can, and if she lets him he'll be moving away from her too.]

[madamemoiselle]

{She does let him, licking her lips and wiping the extra blood off with her hand with a dark chuckle}

Ne, I don't like to be ignored. I told you.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Glares at her, but still returns to his filing, refusing to let her put him off his work. He's not ignoring her this time, though. Even if he wanted to he's not sure he could keep himself from glancing up at her every so often.]

[madamemoiselle]

{And she takes a seat on the filing cabinets again, just watching him~}

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...why can't you go away, Diva? You're so distracting.]