Ianto Jones (
torchwoodteaboy) wrote2010-03-12 02:54 pm
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[RL WITH SULU]
Ianto sat at his desk in the tourist office, idly flipping through a magazine that he'd read about fifty times already that day. Needless to say, things were particularly slow. Gwen had been given the day off to go spend time with Rhys, and Jack was god knows where, so Ianto'd sent a quick phone call out to Sulu, to see if the man was interested in taking him up on his offer of a tour of Torchwood, and was currently waiting for his response.
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Immediately after they stopped, though, he adopted a much more apologetic expression. "I'm sorry - that went really badly." Super awkward, he meant, but he was still in professionalism mode.
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understatement. It was either laugh or cry about it. He definitely wasn't looking forward to explaining himself to Jack afterwards. Jack, who was acting suspiciously jealous for a man who insisted that he didn't care much about anything really. "Yeah, I'd say that it rather did."He sighed. "I'm sorry. He really was supposed to be out for the day. I though he said he was going to visit some old friends. That usually takes him the whole day at least. I don't know why he's back so soon..." He trailed off, feeling really quite awkward about the whole thing, and fought back the urge to groan again.
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Which... honestly, wasn't beyond the realm of "things Sulu would rather deal with than awkward situations." But, hey. He smiled reassuringly. "Do you think it'd be better if I left? I don't really want to stress you out more."
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He shook his head again now at Sulu's statement. "Unless you want to let him win. He'll be checking the CCTV we have in here; he'll see that he's scared you off, and it'll make him even worse. Best actually do what we said we were going to. Then at least I'm not lying to him too much. And Myfanwy really is pretty fantastic." He shrugged. "Unless...you'd rather leave now instead. Either way, I'm just putting off a conversation I kind of really don't want to have."
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Sulu grinned and nodded. "No, let's go see your pet dinosaur. I'm completely okay with helping you put off anything that's going to be a less than stellar experience." He winked, "You should have given me a heads up, though - maybe I could have stopped at a Chinese delivery place first. Then we would have had an actual alibi. I can do great broken English."
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"So," he sighed, briefly letting his ruffled status show through as he scratched the back of his head, "I completely butchered that meeting, but with any luck, it won't lead to me being eaten by your... pterodactyl, right?"
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"No," he said, shaking his head, smiling and relaxing a little, "Myfanwy's a lot easier to understand. Just bring her a treat and she'll be happy, really. So long as you don't do something to get her to dislike you, you're in the clear. We keep her in the Hub, after all. I had to train her not to attack any of us that work here, as well as not to eat the computers, so. She's kind of just like a big, well, lizard. That happens to be able to fly."
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At the question, though, Ianto cocked his head, thinking about it. He'd never really had to explain her to anyone before. "Well, she's about this tall," he said, motioning to around breastbone height on him, around 5 feet off the ground, considering he was 6 feet tall. "Her wingspan is a bit more impressive, but she should be tired right now. Hopefully she won't be doing any flying or the sort and just keep them tucked away."
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He paused, briefly. "What, exactly, upsets a pterodactyl?"
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"She seems to really like it. I lured her into a warehouse with it, and then came and got Jack to help catch her. It's actually probably the reason that he ended up hiring me, really, because I had enough desire to catch a pterodactyl to get his attention." He looked down at the chocolate bar. "I've since trained her to eat only things with a special protein sauce on them, but she still is partial to chocolate. It's good for your serotonin levels, you know," he added, with a smirk.
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He smirked. "Depressing, or just boring? There's a difference, despite all evidence to the contrary."
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He changed the subject instead. "I'll have you know that I usually get what I want, Lieutenant," he said, with a smirk and a wink. He liked to use formalities when he joked around, and joking around with Sulu was no exception to that rule.
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"I hope you're not afraid of heights. It's a bit of a climb, but it's better to keep her so far up there than to have her down near the computers terrorizing us when we're actually trying to work on things." He cocked his head, smiling. "I guarantee you the ladder's safe too, so long as you know how to climb one."
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Okay, so he was a little proud about that whole drill thing. Who wouldn't be? He smirked at Ianto, waving a hand. "Lead on, Mr. Jones - I'll figure out how to use one of these old-fashioned wall scaling devices by following your lead."
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When he reached the top, Myfanwy squawked at him, but he shushed her, moving aside to make room for Sulu to climb up after him. "Sulu," Ianto said, "meet Myfanwy, our resident pterodactyl."
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He didn't, of course, because he was pretty good at keeping that sort of childish glee to a bare minimum, but his face lit up and he grinned. "Okay," he said slowly, "Dinosaur trumps plant. You win."
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Myfanwy regarded the newcomer very much like she regarded everyone else that wasn't Ianto (or Jack, she kind of really disliked Jack). She shuffled warily, too tired from being let out earlier and then her meal to really react too much.
"She is pretty fantastic," Ianto said, with a smile. He pulled the chocolate bar out of his pocket. "Here. Want to give this to her? It'll put you in good favors with her. Not enough for her to follow you home, though, I'm afraid," he added, with a shrug and a smile.
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He really didn't like showing off the fact that he was nervous, ever - but he really couldn't think of another way to point out he had no idea how to feed chocolate to a lizard that could eat his hand, throw him over the edge or just plain make him look like an idiot. (More of one than he'd already made himself to be, of course.)
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