Torchwood IMs: Ianto and Gwen's IMs II
Title: Ianto and Gwen's IMs II
Chapter: 31
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Humour
Rating: R
Warnings: M.M implied
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Because no matter who much the hardcore Janto fangirls hate it, Gwen and Ianto are FRIENDSIES and they LIKE EACH OTHER OMGZZZZZ GET OVER IT.
01 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
02 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
03 | Skiving with Captain Andy
04 | Ianto and Jack's IMs
05 | Tosh? Gossiping? Never!
06 | What Toshiko Saw ... (Prose)
07 | Captain Andy handles the Force
08 | Ianto and SOCO Strikes Back
09 | Into the Boardroom (Prose)
10 | Ianto's, Tosh's, Gwen and Jack's IMs
11 | Ianto and Rhys' IMs
12 | Obtained File: CPD/Torchwood Liaison Meeting #13
13 | What Toshiko Wants (Prose)
14 | The In-Laws
15 | Mike
16 | Ianto and Jack's Snuggles
17 | Sorry, mam ... I mean ... Gwen
18 | Kisses (Prose)
19 | Australia
20 | White and Nerdy
21 | I Didn't Miss You (Prose)
22 | Gwen and Rhiannon's IMs
23 | The Waiting Room
24 | The Glitch (Interactive)
25 | Obtained File: Torchwood/CPD Liaison Meeting #14
26 | Ianto and Rhys VS SOCO and Cool
27 | Ianto and Rhys VS SOCO and Cool (Translation)
28 | Ianto and Gwen: The Morning After
29 | PC Andy's Application
30 | Jack Learns About Archiving.
31 |
5:15 PM
MR JONES has entered the conversation
GWEN: Heya sweetheart.
MR JONES: Hi :)
GWEN: You’ve seemed a little down today. You okay?
MR JONES: I’m fine :)
GWEN: Okay.
GWEN: Well, if you need to talk ...
MR JONES: You’ll have your gossip sensors set to full? :-P
GWEN: hehe shush you!
MR JONES: *hugs*
GWEN: *hugs back* what’s that for?
MR JONES: *shrugs* just ‘cause.
GWEN: Aww okie dokie. *more hugs*
MR JONES: *more big hugs back*
GWEN: Aww. You’re adorable.
MR JONES: I know. That’s what makes me so dangerous *shifty eyes*
GWEN: HA! You’re not that dangerous - if I wanted to strangle you, you’re already wearing a noose :-P
MR JONES: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
GWEN: It wasn’t that funny ...
MR JONES: Sorry.
MR JONES: No, you’re right. It wasn’t.
MR JONES: You just reminded me of something Owen said once.
GWEN: Go on ...
MR JONES: Owen: “Don’t you ever worry about the state of your life when one of the first things you do every morning is tie a little noose around your neck?”
MR JONES: Me: “I prefer to think of it as a leash.”
GWEN: LMAO!!! Hahaha!
MR JONES: *sigh* It’s so hard being so witty.
GWEN: You do manage it though. :-P
GWEN: That reminds me.
GWEN: What do you want for your birthday?
MR JONES: errr ... Captain Jack?
GWEN: You’ve already got him, love.
MR JONES: I meant Sparrow. Preferably in a box with those funny foam marshmellow things.
GWEN: Haha. I’ll get you the action figure
MR JONES: Haha noooooooo I don’t want dolls for my birthday!
MR JONES: A new tie will do.
GWEN: I’ll get you the snazziest tie at Tie Rack.
MR JONES: *sigh* Gwen dearest, I already have the snazziest tie at Tie Rack. Look over here ... *points at self*
GWEN: Oh I agree. That is quite snazzy.
GWEN: Maybe they’ll have new, snazzier ones in by the time it’s your birthday.
MR JONES: I doubt there’s a snazzier tie than this in the world.
GWEN: I could look on eBay. There’s always snazzier stuff than purchasable in the real world on eBay.
MR JONES: ... great. eBay tie ...
GWEN: Not everything on eBay is second hand, you know. There’s whole online shops on there!
MR JONES: I suppose ... but if I suspect that it’s even been worn once, I’m sending it to the charity shop and you have to grovel at my feet on instant for a month :-P
GWEN: You know, you always threaten us with instant ... but we never seem to get it.
MR JONES: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! How do you think I’m going to get Jack to behave with a socially acceptable method if I can’t use the threat of mediocre coffee?
GWEN: Fair point.
GWEN: Have you ever served us with instant?
MR JONES: I used to give Owen instant every now and then. When he was a git to me or Tosh.
GWEN: Aww. You must really miss Tosh.
MR JONES: So must you.
GWEN: You knew her longer.
MR JONES: She looked after me. Always.
GWEN: You looked after her, too.
MR JONES: I look after you all.
GWEN: I meant in the Brecon Beacons.
MR JONES: I was retconned. I don’t remember.
GWEN: Oh.
GWEN: Well, you were very brave. You were Tosh’s hero!
MR JONES: ... and I dealt with it so well, I’m not allowed to remember.
GWEN: When I was retconned - before I started - I kept getting little flashes of things. Do you get anything?
MR JONES: I have a recurring nightmare. Sometimes I see a man. Grimy and greasy. Unkempt, yellowing teeth. Wearing the most disgusting khaki outfit I’ve ever seen.
GWEN: Is that it?
MR JONES: Sometimes he has a meat cleaver and sometimes he speaks. He frightens me.
MR JONES: Do you know who I’m talking about?
GWEN: Yes.
GWEN: What does he say? When he speaks?
MR JONES: I’m not supposed to dwell on it. I’m not supposed to remember. Jack’s says.
GWEN: So you see this image of this man and it frightens you - and you have to keep it to yourself? Wouldn’t you dwell on it more if you didn’t understand it?
MR JONES: I suppose ....
MR JONES: He says: “Time to be bled”. Over and over again.
GWEN: Ah.
MR JONES: Cannibals, wasn’t it?
GWEN: Yes.
MR JONES: Heh. Jack said two more seconds and I’d have been dead.
GWEN: Less than that. But you’re okay.
GWEN: In came Jack in a bloody great tractor and saved the day!
MR JONES: :-D
GWEN: Yantoes I needs coffeeee *big puppy eyes*
MR JONES: Okayyy.
MR JONES: Oh - and Gwen?
GWEN: Yes my love?
MR JONES: Do you think I was retconned because this guy tried to eat me ... or because of that awful khaki outfit?
GWEN: My money’s on the khaki ;)
10:56 PM
JACK has entered the conversation
JACK: Well, somebody’s finally cheered up! :-D
MR JONES: yep :-D
JACK: Good. I don’t like it when you mope. The coffee goes funny.
MR JONES: *hmph*
JACK: I was worried I’d have to send Gwen to Starbucks ... *shakes head regretfully* Bad times.
MR JONES: I’m a bit busy at the moment, Captain. Is there something you want?
JACK: Ooo All Business Ianto? Haven’t seen you for a while :-P
MR JONES: Yes well someone came down to the Archives while I was sleeping and re-arranged a few filing cabinets.
JACK: oh?
MR JONES: “Oh” indeed. *accusatory glare*
JACK: I have no idea what you’re talking about ...
MR JONES: You bloody do. Don’t think I didn’t get how you’ve re-arranged them either.
JACK: *tut*
JACK: It was meant to be a subliminal message!
MR JONES: Re-arranging the files from “A-B-C” to “F-U-C-K-empty drawer-M-E” was hardly subliminal. Just because you’ve watched a Derren Brown box set a couple of times doesn’t mean you’re now a master illusionist.
JACK: *pouts*
MR JONES: Is there anything you want? I’m busy.
JACK: I wanted to show you my new toyyyy. I haven’t tried it yet and I promised you first dibs, remember?
MR JONES: ... no. What new toy?
JACK: Well ... it’s long and black ...
JACK: ... and inflatable ...
MR JONES: Ohhhhhhh that new toy! You did promise me first go, didn’t you?
JACK: It doesn’t matter. If you’re busy, you’re busy. I’ll just tell Gwen the army of sentient ants that’s just been spotted by the marshes was a hoax ...
MR JONES: I should really get this done, Jack.
JACK: Yeah yeah yeah.
MR JONES: I think, really, it’s more punishment for you than me. It’s your fault I’m down here sorting files instead of being tied to your desk so tight I can’t move while you stretch me with an inflatable dildo.
JACK: Do you want me to come down there?
MR JONES: I don’t want you to come at all. I want you to stay in the main area and think about what you’ve done and why you’re not having sex right now.
JACK: What makes you think I’ll do what you say? :-P
MR JONES: Because you’re wrapped around my little finger.
JACK: Am not!
MR JONES: You want a bet?
JACK: No. :)
MR JONES: :)
JACK: Fine. What time will you be done?
MR JONES: It’ll be late, I think. I’m guessing you dropped some of these files?
JACK: One or two ...
MR JONES: Yeah. They need re-sorting before I can file them away again.
JACK: Sowwi *puppy eyes*
MR JONES: *flicks nose* bad puppy.
JACK: ... don’t make me hump your leg. ;-P
MR JONES: Hehehe. I’ll be up later. You don’t have to wait up. I think I’ll be tired anyway.
JACK: Okays. I’ll say night night now then
MR JONES: Nighty nighty *kisses*
JACK: *hugs and kisses back* what’s that for?
MR JONES: *shrugs*. Just ‘cause.
JACK: Night xx
MR JONES: Night xxxxx
JACK: Night xxxxxxxxx
MR JONES: Night xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
JACK: Night xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
MR JONES: Nighty nighty nighty xoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoox.
JACK: Nighty Nighty xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxo xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
MR JONES: Okay that’s enough now. I’m going.
JACK: I’m going too.
MR JONES: Bye bye then x
JACK: Buh bye x
MR JONES: Bysies x
JACK: Ta-Ta x
MR JONES: À bientôt x
JACK: Auf Wiedersehen x
MR JONES: Sayonara x
JACK: Hejdå x
MR JONES: Arrivederci x
JACK: Adios x
MR JONES: Zai Jian x
JACK: Do zobaczenia x
MR JONES: Hyvästi x
JACK: Hwyl fawr x
MR JONES: I’ll let you win.
MR JONES: Hwyl fawr xxxxxxxxxxx
MR JONES has left the conversation
FIN
I'm sensing fluff rearing it's overly-adorable head ...
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Chapter: 31
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Humour
Rating: R
Warnings: M.M implied
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Because no matter who much the hardcore Janto fangirls hate it, Gwen and Ianto are FRIENDSIES and they LIKE EACH OTHER OMGZZZZZ GET OVER IT.
01 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
02 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
03 | Skiving with Captain Andy
04 | Ianto and Jack's IMs
05 | Tosh? Gossiping? Never!
06 | What Toshiko Saw ... (Prose)
07 | Captain Andy handles the Force
08 | Ianto and SOCO Strikes Back
09 | Into the Boardroom (Prose)
10 | Ianto's, Tosh's, Gwen and Jack's IMs
11 | Ianto and Rhys' IMs
12 | Obtained File: CPD/Torchwood Liaison Meeting #13
13 | What Toshiko Wants (Prose)
14 | The In-Laws
15 | Mike
16 | Ianto and Jack's Snuggles
17 | Sorry, mam ... I mean ... Gwen
18 | Kisses (Prose)
19 | Australia
20 | White and Nerdy
21 | I Didn't Miss You (Prose)
22 | Gwen and Rhiannon's IMs
23 | The Waiting Room
24 | The Glitch (Interactive)
25 | Obtained File: Torchwood/CPD Liaison Meeting #14
26 | Ianto and Rhys VS SOCO and Cool
27 | Ianto and Rhys VS SOCO and Cool (Translation)
28 | Ianto and Gwen: The Morning After
29 | PC Andy's Application
30 | Jack Learns About Archiving.
31 |
5:15 PM
MR JONES has entered the conversation
GWEN: Heya sweetheart.
MR JONES: Hi :)
GWEN: You’ve seemed a little down today. You okay?
MR JONES: I’m fine :)
GWEN: Okay.
GWEN: Well, if you need to talk ...
MR JONES: You’ll have your gossip sensors set to full? :-P
GWEN: hehe shush you!
MR JONES: *hugs*
GWEN: *hugs back* what’s that for?
MR JONES: *shrugs* just ‘cause.
GWEN: Aww okie dokie. *more hugs*
MR JONES: *more big hugs back*
GWEN: Aww. You’re adorable.
MR JONES: I know. That’s what makes me so dangerous *shifty eyes*
GWEN: HA! You’re not that dangerous - if I wanted to strangle you, you’re already wearing a noose :-P
MR JONES: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
GWEN: It wasn’t that funny ...
MR JONES: Sorry.
MR JONES: No, you’re right. It wasn’t.
MR JONES: You just reminded me of something Owen said once.
GWEN: Go on ...
MR JONES: Owen: “Don’t you ever worry about the state of your life when one of the first things you do every morning is tie a little noose around your neck?”
MR JONES: Me: “I prefer to think of it as a leash.”
GWEN: LMAO!!! Hahaha!
MR JONES: *sigh* It’s so hard being so witty.
GWEN: You do manage it though. :-P
GWEN: That reminds me.
GWEN: What do you want for your birthday?
MR JONES: errr ... Captain Jack?
GWEN: You’ve already got him, love.
MR JONES: I meant Sparrow. Preferably in a box with those funny foam marshmellow things.
GWEN: Haha. I’ll get you the action figure
MR JONES: Haha noooooooo I don’t want dolls for my birthday!
MR JONES: A new tie will do.
GWEN: I’ll get you the snazziest tie at Tie Rack.
MR JONES: *sigh* Gwen dearest, I already have the snazziest tie at Tie Rack. Look over here ... *points at self*
GWEN: Oh I agree. That is quite snazzy.
GWEN: Maybe they’ll have new, snazzier ones in by the time it’s your birthday.
MR JONES: I doubt there’s a snazzier tie than this in the world.
GWEN: I could look on eBay. There’s always snazzier stuff than purchasable in the real world on eBay.
MR JONES: ... great. eBay tie ...
GWEN: Not everything on eBay is second hand, you know. There’s whole online shops on there!
MR JONES: I suppose ... but if I suspect that it’s even been worn once, I’m sending it to the charity shop and you have to grovel at my feet on instant for a month :-P
GWEN: You know, you always threaten us with instant ... but we never seem to get it.
MR JONES: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! How do you think I’m going to get Jack to behave with a socially acceptable method if I can’t use the threat of mediocre coffee?
GWEN: Fair point.
GWEN: Have you ever served us with instant?
MR JONES: I used to give Owen instant every now and then. When he was a git to me or Tosh.
GWEN: Aww. You must really miss Tosh.
MR JONES: So must you.
GWEN: You knew her longer.
MR JONES: She looked after me. Always.
GWEN: You looked after her, too.
MR JONES: I look after you all.
GWEN: I meant in the Brecon Beacons.
MR JONES: I was retconned. I don’t remember.
GWEN: Oh.
GWEN: Well, you were very brave. You were Tosh’s hero!
MR JONES: ... and I dealt with it so well, I’m not allowed to remember.
GWEN: When I was retconned - before I started - I kept getting little flashes of things. Do you get anything?
MR JONES: I have a recurring nightmare. Sometimes I see a man. Grimy and greasy. Unkempt, yellowing teeth. Wearing the most disgusting khaki outfit I’ve ever seen.
GWEN: Is that it?
MR JONES: Sometimes he has a meat cleaver and sometimes he speaks. He frightens me.
MR JONES: Do you know who I’m talking about?
GWEN: Yes.
GWEN: What does he say? When he speaks?
MR JONES: I’m not supposed to dwell on it. I’m not supposed to remember. Jack’s says.
GWEN: So you see this image of this man and it frightens you - and you have to keep it to yourself? Wouldn’t you dwell on it more if you didn’t understand it?
MR JONES: I suppose ....
MR JONES: He says: “Time to be bled”. Over and over again.
GWEN: Ah.
MR JONES: Cannibals, wasn’t it?
GWEN: Yes.
MR JONES: Heh. Jack said two more seconds and I’d have been dead.
GWEN: Less than that. But you’re okay.
GWEN: In came Jack in a bloody great tractor and saved the day!
MR JONES: :-D
GWEN: Yantoes I needs coffeeee *big puppy eyes*
MR JONES: Okayyy.
MR JONES: Oh - and Gwen?
GWEN: Yes my love?
MR JONES: Do you think I was retconned because this guy tried to eat me ... or because of that awful khaki outfit?
GWEN: My money’s on the khaki ;)
10:56 PM
JACK has entered the conversation
JACK: Well, somebody’s finally cheered up! :-D
MR JONES: yep :-D
JACK: Good. I don’t like it when you mope. The coffee goes funny.
MR JONES: *hmph*
JACK: I was worried I’d have to send Gwen to Starbucks ... *shakes head regretfully* Bad times.
MR JONES: I’m a bit busy at the moment, Captain. Is there something you want?
JACK: Ooo All Business Ianto? Haven’t seen you for a while :-P
MR JONES: Yes well someone came down to the Archives while I was sleeping and re-arranged a few filing cabinets.
JACK: oh?
MR JONES: “Oh” indeed. *accusatory glare*
JACK: I have no idea what you’re talking about ...
MR JONES: You bloody do. Don’t think I didn’t get how you’ve re-arranged them either.
JACK: *tut*
JACK: It was meant to be a subliminal message!
MR JONES: Re-arranging the files from “A-B-C” to “F-U-C-K-empty drawer-M-E” was hardly subliminal. Just because you’ve watched a Derren Brown box set a couple of times doesn’t mean you’re now a master illusionist.
JACK: *pouts*
MR JONES: Is there anything you want? I’m busy.
JACK: I wanted to show you my new toyyyy. I haven’t tried it yet and I promised you first dibs, remember?
MR JONES: ... no. What new toy?
JACK: Well ... it’s long and black ...
JACK: ... and inflatable ...
MR JONES: Ohhhhhhh that new toy! You did promise me first go, didn’t you?
JACK: It doesn’t matter. If you’re busy, you’re busy. I’ll just tell Gwen the army of sentient ants that’s just been spotted by the marshes was a hoax ...
MR JONES: I should really get this done, Jack.
JACK: Yeah yeah yeah.
MR JONES: I think, really, it’s more punishment for you than me. It’s your fault I’m down here sorting files instead of being tied to your desk so tight I can’t move while you stretch me with an inflatable dildo.
JACK: Do you want me to come down there?
MR JONES: I don’t want you to come at all. I want you to stay in the main area and think about what you’ve done and why you’re not having sex right now.
JACK: What makes you think I’ll do what you say? :-P
MR JONES: Because you’re wrapped around my little finger.
JACK: Am not!
MR JONES: You want a bet?
JACK: No. :)
MR JONES: :)
JACK: Fine. What time will you be done?
MR JONES: It’ll be late, I think. I’m guessing you dropped some of these files?
JACK: One or two ...
MR JONES: Yeah. They need re-sorting before I can file them away again.
JACK: Sowwi *puppy eyes*
MR JONES: *flicks nose* bad puppy.
JACK: ... don’t make me hump your leg. ;-P
MR JONES: Hehehe. I’ll be up later. You don’t have to wait up. I think I’ll be tired anyway.
JACK: Okays. I’ll say night night now then
MR JONES: Nighty nighty *kisses*
JACK: *hugs and kisses back* what’s that for?
MR JONES: *shrugs*. Just ‘cause.
JACK: Night xx
MR JONES: Night xxxxx
JACK: Night xxxxxxxxx
MR JONES: Night xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
JACK: Night xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
MR JONES: Nighty nighty nighty xoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoox.
JACK: Nighty Nighty xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxo xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
MR JONES: Okay that’s enough now. I’m going.
JACK: I’m going too.
MR JONES: Bye bye then x
JACK: Buh bye x
MR JONES: Bysies x
JACK: Ta-Ta x
MR JONES: À bientôt x
JACK: Auf Wiedersehen x
MR JONES: Sayonara x
JACK: Hejdå x
MR JONES: Arrivederci x
JACK: Adios x
MR JONES: Zai Jian x
JACK: Do zobaczenia x
MR JONES: Hyvästi x
JACK: Hwyl fawr x
MR JONES: I’ll let you win.
MR JONES: Hwyl fawr xxxxxxxxxxx
MR JONES has left the conversation
FIN
I'm sensing fluff rearing it's overly-adorable head ...
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