gangway world [closed]
Characters: isfullofennui and guns-and-coffee
Setting/Location: Cell A
Date & Time: Day Five; several hours after waking up
Warnings: None
Summary: Kurt is subject to Ianto's scrutiny for obvious reasons. He's also pretty bored.
It turned out Kurt hated solitary confinement. With only Finn to talk willingly to and what was in his messenger bag as entertainment, his only options were to incessantly file his fingernails and listen to the occasional waffle between cellmates. Frankly, it was becoming tedious. Had the cell contained any form of power outlet maybe he could have listened to his shuffles, but as it were the walls were mostly stone and dirt and he just didn't have the heart to let either iPod run empty. He had to figure singing was out of the question, too, and it had occurred to him that his flawless rendition of Do You Know was unlikely to be met with any kind of fanfare and at least one of them, probably Guy, would punch him. Diana Ross just wasn't your typical man's man artist and Kurt was a countertenor; God knows they'd think their masculinity was being threatened by it or something.
Diana Ross would have to wait.
So with a quick look around the room, only stopping on one Ianto Jones who seemed to have taken to staring at him, Kurt shifted his attention to the cuticle of his thumbnail. There was a bit of work to be done there, at least, and at best it'd kill thirty minutes. It would have been a lot quicker if there were a more sufficient light source, so there was some silver lining in not being able to actually see the damned cuticle. With a long-suffering sigh, Kurt flicked the file over his nail and, without looking up, asked: "I'm sorry, do I have something on my face?"