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[teaboy_ianto_j]

Characters: Ianto Jones and ?
Rating: PG?
Time Period: Modern
Location: Kitchen
Relative Date: Sometime after thisStatus: Open

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[vote_h_saxon]

The Master had been something of an absent man, getting stuck in his own cabin and losing himself in his plotting ideas for a good long while. This wasn't a problem most of the time, it only became annoying when he was in need of food... Such as today. He had pulled on his suit and shoes before leaving his gorgeous cabin, walking briskly towards the Castle to get out of the sun and smiling as soon as he stepped in side.

It was around then that he could smell it, the stink of a time agent all over the welsh man in the castle. A small smile quirked onto his lips before he pushed open the door to the kitchen, doing his best to ignore the mostly useless human for now.

(SOOOOO sorry for the late reply. Been insanely busy with work and other things lately.)

[teaboy_ianto_j]

Ianto looked up when the door to the kitchen opened, noticing the other man walking in. He looked quite familiar. But there were a few people in the castle that looked the same, and yet were different people, so he didn't want to just assume he knew who this person was.

He wasn't sure if he should say anything, as the other man seemed to be ignoring him. So he kept quiet, and went back to drinking his nearly done mug of coffee.

[vote_h_saxon]

"So... I'm sorry if this seems rude. I'm Harold Saxon... How long have you been here?" He rose a brow as he said this, ignoring what he was doing to in turn pay attention to his new prey. If he smelt like Jack, then maybe he could get to the time agent and get his wrist strap away from him. Hopefully. "Just curious."

[teaboy_ianto_j]

"Oh, uh, no it's not rude. I've been here a couple years, I believe. Though I've lost track of time a bit." He replied, setting his mug down on the table. He supposed he should introduce himself as well, "I'm Ianto, by the way."