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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto is fast asleep at his desk, and if the half empty mug of cold coffee is anything to go by he has been for a while.

His paperwork is also half finished, and also disorganised. What hasn't been scattered across the desk is currently being used as a rather ineffective pillow.]

((Okay, so unofficially this experiment started Monday, and all the details can be found here.))

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Cue immature Doctor.

He steps up behind Ianto, slowly blowing up a tiny brown bag. He raises it above the Welshman's head, then pops it with a BANG!]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Poke] Ianto?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto jumps awake with a shout, falling off his chair in the process.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Bats her hand away.]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Smirks and keeps poking] Are you alright?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Groans, and glares up at her sleepily.] Have you never heard the saying 'let sleeping dogs lie'?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Keeps smirking] You're not a dog.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I was sleeping.

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[This is too, too tempting. It really is... So Juliet skates closer, and takes out a pretty, bold pen from his pocket. Its color is red, because it's the one correcting Romeo's mistakes in scenarios, but this time, he'll use it for something else. Have some hearts, bolder eyebrows, and a cute little mustache on your face, Ianto. When Juliet is done, he puts the pen away smiling, and 'accidentally' pushes the mug off from the table~]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

For how long?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto doesn't wake up whilst being graffitied. He does stir slightly though, mumbling something like 'get off, Jack' and 'at least have the decency to wait until I'm awake'.

He does wake up when the mug falls and shatters, though he doesn't sit up, instead blinking in bleary confusion. (And if he ever finds out it was you who did this Juliet, you will regret it. He ordered that mug from Ikea just for him. >\)]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Don't know, really. Few minutes?

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[Juliet found that mumbling absolutely amusing. And Ikea is not good enough for Ianto, he should be happy not to have that mug anymore~!]

Ara ara~~ Good morning, your majesty~! [chuckles] Jack sounds like an eager lover~ [leans on the table happily~]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Pokes her finger in the coffee and makes a face] It's cold.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Ianto hasn't had enough vandalism in his life, really. Harley looks over the sleeping Ianto with a devious smile. She disappears and quietly reappears with whipped cream, chocolate syrup and cherries. She gets to work on Ianto's head. It's an ice cream-less sundae!]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He just sighs, running a hand through his hair before picking up his pen and staring down at the paper he was reading before.] Bit more than a few minutes, then.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Well, he isn't. And once he works out what that sound was he'll order another one. :|

He sits up slowly, looking less sleepy but no less confused.] ...Juliet? I... what?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Goddamn lesbians... see if Ianto ever falls asleep here again.]

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Aw, poor Ianto. Harley feels no remorse, however. When she's finished her grand masterpiece, she leaves the Plane, only to return in her street clothes and completely clown free. Now time to pretend to be concerned.]

Mister? Hey, Mister!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto waves her off, wanting to remain undisturbed. He does open his eyes when his hand comes into contact with something sticky, and looks at the whipped cream on his hand in confusion.]

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Harley bends her body over the desk, tilting her head.] Ya got somethin' on your head, buddy.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Of course the first thing he does is put his hand on his head, something he immediately regrets. He sighs in frustration, fighting the urge to headdesk.] I don't suppose you saw who did it, did you?

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[she shakes her head, pigtails waving.] Nope! Didn't see nothin'. But I saw ya sleepin' here and I said to myself, 'Harl, I don't think he usually sleeps with cream on his head.'

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[With all these sleepy hours he might lose that one too~ So keep it safe, Ianto!]

It look like you're sleeping during work hours~ [chuckles] And dreaming sweetly about true love~ Ah, how romantic~! Especially with all the drool around~ [smiles smiles]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You'd be right. I don't.