Double Drabble: Vanity
Title: Vanity
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 633: Vain / Vein at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto wants to get going but Jack is still getting ready.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto leaned in the bathroom doorway watching Jack fuss with his hair. He could easily spend half an hour trying to get it just right.
“Vanity, thy name is Jack Harkness,” he teased.
“Says the man who wears a bespoke three-piece suit to work chasing aliens through Cardiff.”
“My choice of attire has nothing to do with vanity and everything to do with wanting to look professional.”
“Professional Right. Exactly how many suits have you ruined now?”
“Fewer than you might think.” There was no specific rule against using alien tech to regenerate damaged clothing, or not that he’d heard of. It wasn’t like he took the device out of the Hub, or even out of the archives. “I’m rather more careful with my clothes than you are.”
“You need to be. My clothes are much more practical for work.”
“Our clothes aren’t the issue here. Your hair looks fine. Now will you please hurry up? You take longer to get ready than Lisa used to, and that’s saying something.”
“Ah, but the end result is always worth it, right?” Jack turned from the mirror, beaming. “Perfection can’t be rushed.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “We’re only going to the supermarket!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 633: Vain / Vein at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto wants to get going but Jack is still getting ready.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto leaned in the bathroom doorway watching Jack fuss with his hair. He could easily spend half an hour trying to get it just right.
“Vanity, thy name is Jack Harkness,” he teased.
“Says the man who wears a bespoke three-piece suit to work chasing aliens through Cardiff.”
“My choice of attire has nothing to do with vanity and everything to do with wanting to look professional.”
“Professional Right. Exactly how many suits have you ruined now?”
“Fewer than you might think.” There was no specific rule against using alien tech to regenerate damaged clothing, or not that he’d heard of. It wasn’t like he took the device out of the Hub, or even out of the archives. “I’m rather more careful with my clothes than you are.”
“You need to be. My clothes are much more practical for work.”
“Our clothes aren’t the issue here. Your hair looks fine. Now will you please hurry up? You take longer to get ready than Lisa used to, and that’s saying something.”
“Ah, but the end result is always worth it, right?” Jack turned from the mirror, beaming. “Perfection can’t be rushed.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “We’re only going to the supermarket!”
The End