Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 521: Untidy at tw100.
Summary: Ianto is horrified at the mess Jack is in.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto stared at Jack in horror; there were times when he didn’t seem to give a damn about his appearance. This would not do! “Have your looked at yourself in a mirror today? You’re a complete mess! Hair all over the place, shirt creased, and is that blood or tomato ketchup dripped down the front? You have to get changed right away; you should just have time if you hurry!”
“So I’m a bit untidy, so what? It’s been a busy morning.” Jack was completely unfazed and Ianto simply could not understand his lover’s cavalier attitude to personal hygiene, especially not today of all days.
“You do know what day it is, don’t you?” It was just conceivable that Jack had forgotten; that was one of the reasons Ianto was needed, to keep track of his schedule and all the important events Torchwood Three’s leader might otherwise overlook.
“Yes, Ianto, I know, and I’m ready. Just relax, will you?” Jack took a seat at his desk and checked his watch: five minutes and counting.
“But… but… you can’t speak to Her Majesty looking like that! It’s disrespectful!”
“It’s a phone call, Ianto, not face to face!”
“But it’s just wrong!”