Title: The Right Spot
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Summary: Arranging furniture is a precise science.
Word Count: 100
Written For: My own prompt ‘Any, any, A meeting of minds,’ at fic_promptly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.
A/N: Okay, this is a bit of a weird one. The challenge was to write a fill without using any linking verbs. I succeeded, but it’s rather choppy.
A new flat, a new home, and all new furniture; logistical nightmare.
Jack manoeuvred their new armchair carefully.
“Not there,” Ianto objected, frowning.
“Why?” Jack asked, bemused.
“Not enough sunlight there,” Ianto insisted.
Jack shifted the chair.
“Here then?” he queried.
“No way, much too cluttered.”
“Fussy pants! No pleasing you,” Jack muttered grumpily, back and arms aching.
He tried another spot.
“What now?” Frustrated and tired.
“Much too dark.”
Jack sighed heavily. Another move, muscles straining painfully.
Ianto smiled, shaking his head. “Just perfect!”
Jack eyed the chair thoughtfully. Clever Ianto. Amazingly, Jack agreed completely.