Ianto Jones (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
torchwoodteaboy) wrote2010-05-08 01:17 pm
torchwoodteaboy) wrote2010-05-08 01:17 pm
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[accidental video post]
[Ianto sits at his desk in the tourist office, doing up paperwork. Specifically, filling out forms and making up a list. The video has obviously been posted by the Hub mainframe this time, as you can see the computer in front of him, as he writes on a pad of paper. A messenger screen pops up]
Jack: Hey. Don't suppose I could get a refill down here?
[Ianto rolls his eyes and types back to him, only half paying attention to what he's typing as he tries to figure out the logistics of the finance report.]
Ianto: Jack. Please. Must you always pop up when I'm trying to get work done?
Jack: Would you deny me of my guilty pleasures? 8(
Ianto: Please. Like I could deny you of any pleasure whatsoever.
Jack: Precisely! So. Coffee?
Ianto: I've got to finish off here. Then I'll be come.
Jack: Ohoho. Being naughty, are we, Mr. Jones?
Jack: Is work what they're calling it these days?
Ianto: ...
Ianto: What I meant is that I've just got this to top off.
Ianto: Then I'll be down for you.
Jack: Mmm, yeah. Keep up the innuendo. I think it's great.
Ianto: I'm not going to keep it up for you.
Jack: Oh? I think you'll find a hard time not to.
Ianto: Jack. You know me inside and out. That's not what I meant.
Jack: Isn't it? You know what? This is kind of really turning me on.
Jack: Why don't we send Gwen off and turn in for the night?
[Ianto brings his eyes up to read over his conversation, and then stares. That is definitely not what he remembered writing. He tries to type a hasty farewell, but it comes out as this]
Ianto: Don't have to. It's always more exciting when there's the thought of being caught for it...
[Ianto freezes, ignoring any replies that Jack might have to say to the matter. He minimizes the screen so that he doesn't have to look at it anymore. He turns down to the list of supplies that he was working on, and his eyes widen in horror. He definitely did not think that he could justify about half the items he'd put on there to the Queen. What...what the hell was he thinking? He looks up to the CCTV camera, wondering if the thing has gotten this all on film. Wouldn't this be a horrible moment to accidentally post to the community?]
Well. Bugger me...
Jack: Hey. Don't suppose I could get a refill down here?
[Ianto rolls his eyes and types back to him, only half paying attention to what he's typing as he tries to figure out the logistics of the finance report.]
Ianto: Jack. Please. Must you always pop up when I'm trying to get work done?
Jack: Would you deny me of my guilty pleasures? 8(
Ianto: Please. Like I could deny you of any pleasure whatsoever.
Jack: Precisely! So. Coffee?
Ianto: I've got to finish off here. Then I'll be come.
Jack: Ohoho. Being naughty, are we, Mr. Jones?
Jack: Is work what they're calling it these days?
Ianto: ...
Ianto: What I meant is that I've just got this to top off.
Ianto: Then I'll be down for you.
Jack: Mmm, yeah. Keep up the innuendo. I think it's great.
Ianto: I'm not going to keep it up for you.
Jack: Oh? I think you'll find a hard time not to.
Ianto: Jack. You know me inside and out. That's not what I meant.
Jack: Isn't it? You know what? This is kind of really turning me on.
Jack: Why don't we send Gwen off and turn in for the night?
[Ianto brings his eyes up to read over his conversation, and then stares. That is definitely not what he remembered writing. He tries to type a hasty farewell, but it comes out as this]
Ianto: Don't have to. It's always more exciting when there's the thought of being caught for it...
[Ianto freezes, ignoring any replies that Jack might have to say to the matter. He minimizes the screen so that he doesn't have to look at it anymore. He turns down to the list of supplies that he was working on, and his eyes widen in horror. He definitely did not think that he could justify about half the items he'd put on there to the Queen. What...what the hell was he thinking? He looks up to the CCTV camera, wondering if the thing has gotten this all on film. Wouldn't this be a horrible moment to accidentally post to the community?]
Well. Bugger me...