Characters: Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper Rating: PG-13 to start with. Time Period: Modern -> Dawn of Time Location: Tosh's cottage -> Time Room Relative Date: Morning after the dance Status: Closed
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Owen always slept late. Of course, he never usually went to bed as early as he had the night previous, but when he could, he didn't like to see single digits on his bedside alarm clock. So when he finally dragged himself out of bed, the sheets were already cold, and he guessed Tosh had been up for awhile.
He went to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee, then joined Tosh on the lanai. "All right, Tosh?" he asked, sprawling inelegantly on a chaise. She looked a bit wan, but he was hoping that was down to a hangover and not a terrible night's sleep.
Tosh shrugged, sipping her coffee and setting the book she'd been reading aside. "Bit of a hangover, but that's only to be expected. Still, the aspirin's helping."
She refrained from commenting on the fact that Owen was still in his suit from last night, if only because he didn't look half bad all rumpled. (Ianto would've been throwing a fit over the creases in the jacket, she suspected.)
He nodded toward her coffee. "Should be having water, then." Slanting her a grin, he toasted her with his own cup. "Doctor's orders."
He glanced around the garden, nodding in approval. "'S not bad out here. Can't see why it's so hard for you to relax." To Owen, it looked like a lovely spa setting. He couldn't understand why everyone kept counting the castle to the bad - so far, everything (and everyone) he'd done had been pretty pleasant.
"Oh, not this again," Tosh scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I just have a different idea of relaxing, that's all. See, I know it's a difficult concept for you to grasp, but some people actually enjoy reading books for fun."
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He went to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee, then joined Tosh on the lanai. "All right, Tosh?" he asked, sprawling inelegantly on a chaise. She looked a bit wan, but he was hoping that was down to a hangover and not a terrible night's sleep.
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She refrained from commenting on the fact that Owen was still in his suit from last night, if only because he didn't look half bad all rumpled. (Ianto would've been throwing a fit over the creases in the jacket, she suspected.)
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He glanced around the garden, nodding in approval. "'S not bad out here. Can't see why it's so hard for you to relax." To Owen, it looked like a lovely spa setting. He couldn't understand why everyone kept counting the castle to the bad - so far, everything (and everyone) he'd done had been pretty pleasant.
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