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Honestly, Ianto didn't want to be out that day. But the facts were such that sulking in his now exceedingly-too-large-for-him hut all was not a viable option. For one, Banon needed to be walked and fed. Secondly, Ianto himself needed some food, as well as a bit of exercise, shower, shave, etcetera. Thirdly, well, he assumed Daniel would come for his books sometime. The unfortunate thing about break-ups on an inter-dimensional anomaly of an island was that packing boxes were in short supply. So he half thought he'd find something to substitute, and half thought he'd vacate the premises just in case Daniel tried to stop by.
The walking did help. The fact that he was at least wearing a button down shirt and suit trousers helped as well. It was far too hot and muggy to deal with a tie or a jacket, of all things, but he felt a bit more presentable than normal, even with his shirt sleeves rolled up.
The food did help, too. He hadn't really been in the mood the day before, and right now, a bit of bread and a cup of coffee -- even though it was noon -- made him feel quite a bit better. Banon seemed to know what was coming, because she skittered back and forth in front of the pantry, eyes eager.
"Oi, fach," he said. "Still." Accompanied by a hand signal, the puppy promptly sat down on her bum, gazing up at Ianto imploringly.
"Shameless," he murmured to himself, but with a slight, fond grin as he scooped out enough food for her. It was as he was still leaning over, giving Banon a pat on the head even though she was completely focused on her food at the moment, that he felt something land on his back. And then move to his head.
Very slowly, he straightened, not wanting to startle or dislodge whatever was now sitting on the crown of his head. Ianto looked up just as the creature happened to look down and their eyes met.
Somewhat unearthly looking eyes, on the part of the cat.
"Why hello there," Ianto greeted. And the cat started purring quite contentedly.
Mercifully, Banon did not seem to notice. Yet.
[Um, MUFFIN CAN HAS A YANTOE? All tags welcome. He's being careful to not be melancholy. Please to be pretending this went up at lunch time ish.]
The walking did help. The fact that he was at least wearing a button down shirt and suit trousers helped as well. It was far too hot and muggy to deal with a tie or a jacket, of all things, but he felt a bit more presentable than normal, even with his shirt sleeves rolled up.
The food did help, too. He hadn't really been in the mood the day before, and right now, a bit of bread and a cup of coffee -- even though it was noon -- made him feel quite a bit better. Banon seemed to know what was coming, because she skittered back and forth in front of the pantry, eyes eager.
"Oi, fach," he said. "Still." Accompanied by a hand signal, the puppy promptly sat down on her bum, gazing up at Ianto imploringly.
"Shameless," he murmured to himself, but with a slight, fond grin as he scooped out enough food for her. It was as he was still leaning over, giving Banon a pat on the head even though she was completely focused on her food at the moment, that he felt something land on his back. And then move to his head.
Very slowly, he straightened, not wanting to startle or dislodge whatever was now sitting on the crown of his head. Ianto looked up just as the creature happened to look down and their eyes met.
Somewhat unearthly looking eyes, on the part of the cat.
"Why hello there," Ianto greeted. And the cat started purring quite contentedly.
Mercifully, Banon did not seem to notice. Yet.
[Um, MUFFIN CAN HAS A YANTOE? All tags welcome. He's being careful to not be melancholy. Please to be pretending this went up at lunch time ish.]