Characters: Ianto, Owen.
Written For: Challenge 453: Last at tw100.
Summary: Ianto feels like his back is about to give out.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Ianto groaned, straightening up slowly, holding his back and hearing his vertebrae make unpleasant cracking sounds. “Ow! I hope that’s the last of them; I don’t think my back can take much more.”
“It’s your own fault; bending like that isn’t good for you. Why didn’t you kneel down like me?” Owen asked.
“Do you have any idea what that would’ve done to the knees of my trousers?”
“So your trousers are more important to you than your back?”
“Good suits aren’t cheap. Besides, whose fault is this anyway? You’re the one who dropped a whole box of drawing pins.”
A/N: Drawing pins are better known as thumb tacks in some places ;)