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[othercaptjack]

Jack is working.

Well, for a given value of 'working,' anyway. He's sitting on the couch and filling in forms in his own inimitable style.

Cause of incident: Morons.
Resolution: Shouted a lot, shot alien spawn before it melded with any civilians.He sucks the end of his pen thoughtfully, then carefully adds the words 'complete and total' at the

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[likesthecoat]

Ianto brings him a fresh coffee--pausing just a moment to watch, because watching Jack is always interesting--and then joins him on the couch.

He picks up a form and reads it.

"Perhaps 'uninformed public' is a better choice than 'morons,' sir."

[othercaptjack]

"But so much less informative," Jack says severely. "Records must be accurate."

Then he sticks his pen behind his ear and sighs.

"Honestly, Ianto. They poked it. Didn't even use a stick."

Like, you know, a trained professional would have done.

[likesthecoat]

"Human curiosity will always get the better of prudence," Ianto says soothingly and hands him the coffee cup.

[othercaptjack]

"And self preservation, apparently. You're amazing."

Judging by the way he closes his eyes and inhales the steam from his coffee, it's that to which he is referring.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto smiles, pleased, and says, "Be honest, now. You've poked a few things unwisely in your time."

He sips from his own cup and moves his arm so he can rub the back of Jack's neck. Paperwork will make anyone tense.

[othercaptjack]

"Hmm," says Jack with a smile.

"But that was fun."

And also, Him Doing It. Immortality kind of does that to a person.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto gives him a sidelong glance and his fingers dig into the base of his neck a little. "Cheeky."

[othercaptjack]

Jack stretches slightly, eyes going happily half-closed.

"Always."

[likesthecoat]

"Even if we issued a general warning," Ianto muses, fingers doing their magic to Jack's neck, "you know, a 'don't poke what you don't recognize' kind of PSA . . . people will still poke things."

He eyes Jack's ribs, thinking a judicious poke or two might not be out of order.

[othercaptjack]

While he's still holding the coffee? Gasp, Ianto!

"Yeah. And the photocopying would be hell."

[likesthecoat]

Sometimes tickling is worth a spill or two!

Ianto snorts a laugh. "How would this effect the photocopying?"

[othercaptjack]

"Nobody believes anything unless they see a hard copy."

Truth!

Kind of.

[likesthecoat]

"Ahh . . ." He nods sagely. "It'd be hard to photocopy those creatures no matter what the purpose. It's the lack of flatness."

[othercaptjack]

"Yeah, but I'll bet they squish down good."

Ehehehe. Splat. Whirrrr... Beep!

[likesthecoat]

Ianto quietly laughs and leans his head on Jack's shoulder. The massaging fingers are slowly to a lazy rub. "Wouldn't like to clean that copier afterwards. All those squishy bits."

[othercaptjack]

"Probabably better all round that it was just an extended tangent," Jack agrees lazily turning his head to smile at Ianto.