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[torchwoodteaboy]

"This is Ianto Jones. Sorry I missed your call, but if you leave a message after the tone, I'll be sure to get back to you."

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[torchwoodteaboy]

[very funny.] I'll have you know, I am capable of wearing other outfits. There were linen trousers and everything. Proper beach attire.

[no hat though, he had to stay in the shade until dark so he wouldn't crisp]

Yes, that's John. The one who got smashed with the smoking drink. He told me he told you about that.

[Ianto always makes the best friends.]

[willrevile]

I'll believe you, because despite having spent several years living in San Fransisco, I don't know anything about 'proper' beach attire. It was always foggy or populated with drunk cadets from three dozen planets.

[ Maybe that explains whatever he was reportedly wearing?? ]

He told me ... something. [ Jim's not entirely sure that guy's thought process matches up with the things that end up coming out of his mouth. ] But I pieced it together, mostly.

[torchwoodteaboy]

[Maybe it does -- Ianto's heard all about this supposed outfit of his, after all.]

'Something'? [Of course Ianto's going to ask, he has to ask, because he needs to know whether John said anything embarrassing about him or not, but he's going to follow it up with something normal, like:]

Is that where you're from, then? California? [Has he made friends with two Californians what a coincidence]

[willrevile]

He just kinda rambled about how I stood you up. [ WHICH... ]

Oh, no, I'm from Iowa. I was only on the coast for school, then it was right up into space. I've only been back to Earth once since.

[torchwoodteaboy]

[Oh no...] Christ, I'm sorry. He's not. Well. He is like that, a little, but. He's been having a hard time adjusting, and yes. Drinking again. [Which you'd know, since you bought him a drink.]

[Moving on...]

Ah, Iowa. The Midwest, yeah? Proper homegrown American, you are then.

[willrevile]

He wasn't so bad, [ is amused. He never thought Ianto was the kind of guy to make shit up, anyway. ]

Corn and shipyards and dive bars. Though 'America' is just kind of a regional thing, anymore. United Earth is one entity. You're from-- Wales?

[ Hopefully ?? Uhura's not here to whack Jim in the back of the head for a tin ear. ]

[torchwoodteaboy]

No, he's not. [He's been a good friend to Ianto here in this place, but he can see where he and Jim might not quite have gotten each other.] The pair of you seem to have a fair bit in common, actually.

And yeah, Wales. Cardiff, actually. [Well, just outside of the city, but it's close enough.] I'm impressed. Was it the name or the accent that gave it away?

[cheeky]

Really, though. Most Americans -- are you an American, if it's not even a thing then? Well. Anyway. They don't even realize it's a different country.

[willrevile]

Seems like that's something that goes around. [ The similarities. The Natha have a habit of waking up the movers and shakers. ]

Accent, I think? [ Jim laughs quietly. People can name their kids whatever. ] I dunno, some people from my Earth might not, but probably just because we don't do the 'country' thing so much. For me, I was an officer in the xenolinquistics club as a cadet, so I had to know about-- ten, eleven million? Earth languages.

[ He's joking with that number, obviously, but he's not kidding about having to be pretty damn good with them. ]

I got pretty good at pegging accents. Terran ones, anyway. I still struggle with most alien languages, especially ones with multiple dialects.