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vocab_drabblesTitle: Just Another One of Those Days
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Characters: Ianto, team mentioned
Words: 300
Summary: Ianto has had enough.
Notes: Inspired by my life these days.
While Ianto might not be labeled as a convivial sort of chap, he could be friendly enough, especially when the situation called for it. It was often part of his job. Today though, the pleasant persona was wearing thin. In fact, it was downright threadbare.
The pleasant spring day had brought out the tourists, several of whom were gathered in the fake tourist office, seeking pamphlets, sightseeing advice, and most especially, coupons. There was a teen loitering in the corner, stealing postcards. They were those free ones, but it was the principle of the thing.
Ianto took a moment to look at the email that had just pinged on his computer, scowling at Owen’s demand for coffee. Before he had a chance to form a response, another came from Gwen, wanting to know what he was getting for lunch.
Jack’s voice in his ear cheerfully reminded him about the reports that were due. In the meantime, one of the visitors was trying to get Ianto’s attention for directions.
The straw broke.
Ianto smoothly slid his gun out from under the counter, pointing it at the would-be thief. “Oi! Put down the postcards, ya thug!” he yelled.
The terrified teen ran out of the office, and it also had the effect of clearing out everyone else in a hurry, as well. The day was beginning to look up.
Ianto quickly typed his responses to the emails.
Owen – get your own coffee, your legs aren’t broken.
Gwen – what are we having for lunch? I don’t know, what are you getting us?
“The reports will be done on time, as always, Jack,” he told his boss before tossing his earpiece onto the counter.
Ianto turned the sign on the door to ‘closed,’ and slipped out for a well-deserved break.
Everything else could wait.
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Characters: Ianto, team mentioned
Words: 300
Summary: Ianto has had enough.
Notes: Inspired by my life these days.
While Ianto might not be labeled as a convivial sort of chap, he could be friendly enough, especially when the situation called for it. It was often part of his job. Today though, the pleasant persona was wearing thin. In fact, it was downright threadbare.
The pleasant spring day had brought out the tourists, several of whom were gathered in the fake tourist office, seeking pamphlets, sightseeing advice, and most especially, coupons. There was a teen loitering in the corner, stealing postcards. They were those free ones, but it was the principle of the thing.
Ianto took a moment to look at the email that had just pinged on his computer, scowling at Owen’s demand for coffee. Before he had a chance to form a response, another came from Gwen, wanting to know what he was getting for lunch.
Jack’s voice in his ear cheerfully reminded him about the reports that were due. In the meantime, one of the visitors was trying to get Ianto’s attention for directions.
The straw broke.
Ianto smoothly slid his gun out from under the counter, pointing it at the would-be thief. “Oi! Put down the postcards, ya thug!” he yelled.
The terrified teen ran out of the office, and it also had the effect of clearing out everyone else in a hurry, as well. The day was beginning to look up.
Ianto quickly typed his responses to the emails.
Owen – get your own coffee, your legs aren’t broken.
Gwen – what are we having for lunch? I don’t know, what are you getting us?
“The reports will be done on time, as always, Jack,” he told his boss before tossing his earpiece onto the counter.
Ianto turned the sign on the door to ‘closed,’ and slipped out for a well-deserved break.
Everything else could wait.
