Characters: Ianto, OMC.
Written For: Challenge 553: Wobble at tw100.
Summary: Ianto prides himself on having good manners, but even he has his limits.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Ianto knew he shouldn’t be staring, he didn’t want their visitor to think him rude, but it was hypnotic; he couldn’t look away. The general’s pendulous jowls wobbled rhythmically with every word he spoke and although Ianto usually prided himself on having excellent manners regardless of circumstances, for once he found himself struggling to focus on what was being said.
“Young man, are you paying attention?”
“Of course, General Wob… Wombwell.” Ianto felt his ears turning pink with embarrassment. “Perhaps I might offer you some refreshment; coffee, or tea if you prefer.” He had to escape before he started laughing.