Twenty-Sixth Hex - [Voice/Action]

[hisdarkmark]

And this, Draco, is why you don't make friends. People. Always. Leave.

I do believe I've suddenly become less of an Englishman this way, but coffee has become a bit of a vice. Far more bitter than most tea, but the effects are far greater. ...a year and a half later, and I'm talking about beverages. Honestly.New Feathers? Good luck surviving here

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[captain_in_you]

I happen to know a Welshman who makes a very good cup of coffee. And I'd argue it's just as good, anyday.

[Jack slides into the seat next to him. Long time no see, Draco.]

[hisdarkmark]

[Sup Captain. Draco's just going to glance up and shrug.] It's not as though it's incredibly complicated to make in the first place, is it?

[captain_in_you]

[He chuckles and shakes his head.] Don't let Ianto hear you say that. He'd give you a dissertation on how complicated it is. Hell, he got his job with Torchwood partially because he can make good coffee.

[Jack leans on the bar, eying Draco thoughtfully.] But I'm betting it's not just coffee on your mind. Who was it?

[hisdarkmark]

I really can't be arsed to care for a dissertation, unfortunately. Though that's slightly impressive...unless his job was merely to be a barista.

[Give him a few moments, he's going to stall first by stirring a spoon around in his coffee and then by staring at the ceiling. This is clearly a harder question than he anticipated answering.] A girl I know, if you really want to know. Someone from my own world.

[captain_in_you]

Nah, he did a lot more than that. But coffee got him in the door. [There's a fond smile, remembering how Ianto greeted him with coffee outside the Hub entrance every morning, pestering him...] Well. Coffee and the pterodactyl.

[He'll just watch him quietly though, waiting until he's ready to answer, despite his own flippancy otherwise.] At least she's home now. And you'll see her when you get back, right? [Unless it's another horrible instance where it's someone dead from back home... Jack doesn't want to think about that, not right now.]

[hisdarkmark]

Lesser-thans have to start somewhere, I suppose...[Not that he really thinks Ianto's a lesser than if he's friends with the Captain, but appearances. They must be kept.] ...what's a pterodactyl, exactly? In your terms.

[And once Jack says that, Draco lets out a bit of a bitter laugh. Whether he meant to or not, who knows.] Oh sure, I'll see her when I get back but it won't be the same. She'll be trying to kill me, I'll be trying to kill her, it's...complicated. But I suppose war's just like that.