69 Memory Lane - Monday Morning
Jack and Ianto had applied themselves to the wall not!Dirty ... well okay dirty once and it was now down to just finishing up the plastering. Jack had sent Ianto off to catch some sleep while he tackled the fine art of spackle.
It wasn't the first time.
Soft, classical music as played by some of the very old and long forgotten orchestras of the 1920s played from a radio as Jack worked, the smell of coffee filling the hallway from a cup that was steaming cheerfully beside the radio.
[ooc: Fer the angelic one ... no the other angelic one, yeah you hottie inna corner.]
It wasn't the first time.
Soft, classical music as played by some of the very old and long forgotten orchestras of the 1920s played from a radio as Jack worked, the smell of coffee filling the hallway from a cup that was steaming cheerfully beside the radio.
[ooc: Fer the angelic one ... no the other angelic one, yeah you hottie inna corner.]