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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[A blur of feathers and limbs tumbles onto the Plane, accompanied by a series of loud squawks and yowls.

After a few moments struggle the blur turns out to be a casually dressed Ianto, pinning down an obviously worn down seagull with his hands and teeth. Ianto has a nasty looking gash on his right cheek, stopping abruptly beneath his eye, but other than that he seems unharmed.

The seagull, on the other hand, is clearly injured pretty severely, and no longer stands any sort of chance at fighting Ianto off. It's still alive though, and Ianto is chewing at the feathers on its back.

Omnomnom, seagull.]

((And kitty!Ianto is go. Until the 29th Ianto will not exhibit any human behaviour whatsoever. Have fun, kids!))

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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[The bird screams in pain, but Ianto lets it go willingly, more than happy to purr and rub around his ankles instead.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack actually stares for a few moments this time, because this is nothing like he was expecting] Ianto?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He looks up at him, then shoves his head into his legs.

Moar petting, plz.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack looks quite bewildered, even as he runs his fingers through Ianto's hair]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto doesn't seem to take Jack's mood into account, instead purring happily and leaning into the petting.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack groans, giving Ianto a look] Oh, tell me you're not....

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Jack. Ianto can't tell you anything right now.

He rubs his bloodied cheek against Jack's leg, then flops onto his back for belly rubs.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack takes a sit besides him, frowning as he scratches Ianto's stomach] Was this caused by something alien, or the Twins?

Whatever it was, can't let you go to work.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto just watches him through half lidded eyes, and purrs contentedly.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack reaches forward with his other hand, brushing his fingers over the gash]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[The brush is light enough that Ianto just jerks his head away. The only other indicator that it bothers him is a slight pause in his purring.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack sighs, but he does pull his hand back]

I'm going to have to find a way to keep you here.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto watches him intently.

He has no idea what he's saying, but he doesn't seem especially happy.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[frowns] Don't make that face at me. I'm your boss.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto considers that for a moment, then whacks him in the face with his hand.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack almost grabs Ianto's hand. Then he figures this might not be a good idea, and folds his arms across his chest instead. He tries to look a little less annoyed]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He rolls over, and shoves his head into his chest.

Why aren't you paying attention to him, Jack? D:]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Because he slapped him :|

But he does sigh and reach forward, scratching behind Ianto's ear]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Oh, so all of a sudden he's not allowed to play with him. Fine. :|

Ianto purrs, curling up next to him.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[I'm sorry, he is human. To him that is not playing :|

Jack reaches down and scratches under his chin]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Well, it should be. :|

He tilts his head back, his purrs increasing in volume.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He is not the cat here :|

He raises n eyebrow, but just keeps scratching. After a moment he stops, patting his lap for Ianto to come closer]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[No, he's just boring. :|

He considers for a moment, then jumps onto his lap. He's probably a bit big, and it's awkward to get comfortable, but he'll make do.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Don't complain about the person petting him.

Jack grunts softly, but he can't help but grin. He goes back to scratching under Ianto's chin] You know I'm never going to let you forget this, don't you?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Fine. But only because the petting feels nice.

He doesn't care. At least not now. He's happy enough to wriggle until he's comfortable enough, and purr ridiculously at the scratching.]