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Torchwood employees-- even the ones who make the coffee-- make it a point to stay in shape. Normally there is no trouble accomplishing this, what with aliens and Weevils and all manner of other things. Here at the hotel, on the other hand, there's too much of a chance to go soft, to get lazy. To get bored.
It's a warm, clear day, perfect for outdoor activities; Ianto has taken advantage of all of these factors and gone for a few-mile run along the beach.
As he returns, hot, tired, and with a pleasant ache in his muscles, he stops to stretch and then goes to the kitchen for water. Bottle in hand, he wanders back toward the reception desk; it takes a moment, but eventually he gives in and sits down-- but sweaty in a sleeveless tee and jogging pants, he isn't exactly the usual picture of professionalism.
Typist: Anyone who'd like to bother him is more than welcome! *attempts to draw out Torchwood folks, ninja-like*
It's a warm, clear day, perfect for outdoor activities; Ianto has taken advantage of all of these factors and gone for a few-mile run along the beach.
As he returns, hot, tired, and with a pleasant ache in his muscles, he stops to stretch and then goes to the kitchen for water. Bottle in hand, he wanders back toward the reception desk; it takes a moment, but eventually he gives in and sits down-- but sweaty in a sleeveless tee and jogging pants, he isn't exactly the usual picture of professionalism.
Typist: Anyone who'd like to bother him is more than welcome! *attempts to draw out Torchwood folks, ninja-like*