May 08, 2010 21:21
Who: Ianto and Grace
What: snarking and gifting
When: Saturday night
Where: Grace's place
Ianto had been by Grace's once since he'd returned to Jhelbor, but he hadn't even stayed long enough to go inside. More of an "hello, I remain in the mortal realm" visit than a social call. He'd been busy at the embassy all week, doing his best to match Jack's ridiculously long hours as they prepared for the taxation system and actual city employees. Tonight, however, he seemed to have reached the limits of his usefulness -- or perhaps Jack had lied so that Ianto was forced to take a break. Both options seemed equally likely. He wasn't using the time to sleep, though, as Jack probably wanted. He was using it to visit Grace, because he was tired of this crate taking up space in his flat.
And also because he missed her, but he wouldn't be mentioning that.
Ianto wheeled the pushcart up to Grace's stoop, then took the pry bar out of it and used it to knock on her door. Knuckles didn't make much of an impact on several inches of solid wood. Perhaps he should look into inventing the doorbell.
ianto jones,
grace falls