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hofficoffi

for elevenwho: It can only go downhill from here

Apr 25, 2010 18:23

They'd nicked his wallet.

They'd nicked his wallet.

Ianto was not pleased. He was very, very not pleased. He'd seen them coming, the little band of kids. The oldest couldn't have been over sixteen, and what's worse, they looked a lot like the sort of group he'd have been mixed up with at that age. Not that he'd ever nicked any wallets, of course ( Read more... )

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elevenwho April 25 2010, 23:03:45 UTC

Of course the day could get worse! It could always get worse.

Unless it got better.

And with that, the Doctor turned the corner from the other side, bumping quite soundly into Ianto. "Oh, hello."

It wasn't that he skulked around Cardiff looking to bump into people. Particularly sharply dressed - hey, this man looked familiar. "We've met!"

But... when? And why? And - "Ianto Jones! Not of the Martha Joneses! Or the Harriet Joneses! Well, we finally meet properly! Fancy that. Me here, today, you here today. Both of us here! Today!."

The Doctor at his ear thoughtfully. "Out of curiosity, what day is today?"

hofficoffi April 25 2010, 23:15:48 UTC

First things first, Ianto checked for his wallet.

Which wasn't there. Right.

He breathed in to calm himself and took a good look at the person who'd bumped into him. An oddly-dressed odd man who knew his name, knew Martha Jones, and had no idea what day it was.

Oh. Oh, it figured.

Ianto rubbed at his forehead.

"Hello Doctor," he said, a bit muffled.

elevenwho April 25 2010, 23:22:23 UTC

The Doctor's eyes followed Ianto's hands. "Have you lost your wallet?"

Well, no time for that. "No time for that! Things to do, Ianto Jones. Ianto Ianto yannnnto." The Doctor smiled and canted his head to the side. "Feel like saving the planet?"

hofficoffi April 25 2010, 23:49:44 UTC

"No," Ianto answered that first question sharply but a little slowly. Apparently he still hadn't quite got past the sting of being pick-pocketed.

He slid his hands into his pockets and looked the Doctor over.

Saving the planet?

"Do it often enough," he said, trying his best to to appear unfazed. And then he lifted his chin, all business, or some approximation. "What now?"

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