✘ 42 (THIS NUMBER MAKES ME EXCITED :D /loser)

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[See Ianto. See coffee machine. See Ianto fixing coffee machine.

He's pretty clearly unhappy about his coffee machine being damaged to say the least. He's also pretty distracted by it, and possibly by thinking of what he'd like to whoever (or whatever) broke it.

Nope, Ianto is definitely not a happy bunny right now. Approaching with caution might be wise.]

Comments

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Problem? [look of COMPLETE INNOCENCE]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Nothing I can't sort out. [LIES.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Sure about that?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Certain. [He says as he makes things even worse.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Mm. [Damn this is good coffee.]

[He is now leaning closer, just to be an ass.] S'that supposed to go there?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[No it isn't. It's terrible coffee, and Ianto's going to be glaring at it right about now.]

[...Crowley, why do you have to be right?] If it was then I'd have put it there.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course.

[Leaning over Ianto's shoulder]

Can I offer a bit of advice?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Tensing, more than a little unhappy with Crowley's proximity.]

You can. Doesn't mean I'll take it.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley lifts a hand and snaps his fingers. Ianto might find the machine a tad more compliant now~]

If this is your day job, you might want to think about a change of profession.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...Crowley, you bastard. He wanted to do that himself. :|]

It isn't my day job.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

That's good to hear. [He just grins and goes back to sipping his own coffee]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Well, fine then. Ianto will be making his own coffee, and it will be even better than Crowley's because nobody makes better coffee than Ianto. :|]