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[torchwoodteaboy]

WHO Ianto Jones and YOU
WHAT Today is Ianto's birthday
WHERE Morning: out on the town or the CGM, most of the day: Hell House, Late evening: CGM
WHEN All throughout today
NOTES A handful of people requested that Ianto have an open log for birthday things, so I thought what the hey, open log it is. He's available any time during the day in the

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[alphaophiuchi]

Draco had made a point of not seeking Ianto out that day; he had a feeling that there was a reason he hadn't known before Tosh said something that his birthday was that day. All the same, it wasn't terribly nice to totally ignore that little fact, when Draco was more than a little grateful for his boss' concern when he was 'ill', so to speak.

So he simply wandered outside of the basement when he thought that Ianto might be around, and was thankfully not proven wrong: he managed to catch a glimpse of the other man mid-day, and immediately set after catching up to him.

[alphaophiuchi]

"Heard what, sir? Can't say I've heard anything but the whispers of wind through the halls," he smirked, falling immediately to the perpetually innocent play he'd grown so used to in fifth year.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto smiled in return and nodded at the other. "Brilliant," he said. "Now. I am probably keeping you from something." He nodded at the other pleasantly. "Good to talk to you, Draco. Perhaps I should venture down into the basement more often, to actually be able to catch you again."

[alphaophiuchi]

"I wouldn't mind that. Gets a bit lonely with just the few of us down there," he smirked. "And I sincerely doubt Owen'd have anything to say about you coming by."

Draco took a step back, turning slightly to head back down. "Until the next time we run into each other. Hopefully before your next birthday."

[torchwoodteaboy]

Owen would have less to say about him coming by if he could drink coffee, because then Ianto would probably be bringing him some, out of habit, but. That was neither here nor there.

"I should hope it's before a year from now," Ianto said, shaking his head. "I am your boss, after all. I practically live here."

[alphaophiuchi]

No harm done either way, really.

"And sometimes I feel like I do too," he replied, stifling a snigger. "Not that it's a bad thing, of course. All the same, can't be married to your work."

[torchwoodteaboy]

"Yes, well..." Ianto said, with a smirk of a smile. "Who's to say that I'm not, at least a little?"

[alphaophiuchi]

"A little bit is fine; you still get out every now and then, though. I think you're fine," Draco drawled back, returning the smirk.

[torchwoodteaboy]

"I'm glad you think so," Ianto said, with a smile. He nodded at Draco. "Well. Paperwork calls. Enjoy your coffee, Draco, and maybe I'll make a habit of dropping down to the basement with some more often." And with that, he turned and headed back up the stairs to the ridiculous amount of paperwork waiting for him there.