[internet cafe] I'm resisting the italics of sarcasm

[likesthecoat]

[Filtered to Friends]

Tosh had an idea when I came in this morning: I should take some vocabulary and maths aptitude tests now, and again after I change back, to test if male brains and female brains work differently. And I get the sense that's just the beginning of the tests she'd like to run on me.

. . . I want to hide down in the archives for a bit. I mean, I'll do them, but I'm not wild about feeling like a lab monkey. I'm still me, dammit.

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[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Happy to be of service in that area.

[Private to Near]
I'm sure he'll keep busy too. I know it's hard to be away from a loved one but that just makes getting back together so much better.

I feel like I should be playing violin music now. Ugh.

Oh, fine. I suppose a hotel room is probably the better course. Besides, you never know who'll be wanting use of my bed . . .

Oh no, don't ban it. It's a term of endearment! Really!

[legofortress.livejournal.com]

Ah, you say that now, but the next stop is "shameless", which results in spamming your journal with pseudo foreplay/flirtation... Oops, too late~

[Private to Ianto]

So I've heard. It definitely seemed to work for Dean and Sam. I still don't want to, though... (I'm eighteen; I'm allowed to act like a petulant child on occasion. I'm entitled.)

We'd hate to disturb you. :D ...I'm not asking. I am fighting the urge to ask. This is me, not asking. Really.

...I'll take your word for it. Now I'm going to have to come up with an equally 'endearing' term for you...

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Shameless doesn't bother me, and I think the flirting is cute.

[Private to Near]
We'll let you pout. Or I will, anyway, I can't speak for anyone else.

That's very gracious of you. *smiles serenely*

As long as it's not 'teaboy' you can call me anything you like.

[legofortress.livejournal.com]

That's all well and good, but give us an inch and we'll take a mile. Just ask Sam. You have been warned...!

[Private to Ianto]

Thank you. I try not to do it too often, but I'm really... very displeased about this prospect.

I try~

...CoffeeMan?

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

As long as you two don't start cybering in my journal I think I'll be fine. That would just weird me out a little too much, as much as I adore you both.

[Private to Near]
*cuddles in advance*

Oh god. I'm such a girl right now.

CofeeMan? That's the best you can do?

[legofortress.livejournal.com]

We'll try to bear that in mind. :D

[Private to Ianto]

...Yes, yes you are. But I am apparently in no position to mock, especially considering that when this is over, you won't be a girl anymore, but I'll still still be pouting about spending three or four days on my own. I don't think you need to worry.

I was trying keep in the same vein as 'teaboy', actually, but maybe I should just have gone for 'teagirl' instead~

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

...oddly enough, I'm more comfortable with the thought of you two having sex in my flat than in my journal. *shakes head* I suppose at my flat I can at least buy earplugs.

[Private to Near]

TEAGIRL. I'M GETTING MY BEATING STICK FOR THAT.

[legofortress.livejournal.com]

You could always skim your comment notifications...? :D (Don't worry, we won't. We haven't even had sex in our own journals. Well... not really.)

[Private to Ianto]

But Ianto, it's endearing~! Bet you wished you'd let me stick with CoffeeMan now...!

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Or live vacariously . . . *whistles*

[Private to Near]
Hrmph. My own words coming back to haunt me.

[legofortress.livejournal.com]

...Pervert. I'm telling~!

[Private to Ianto]

I've noticed that they have an unfortunate habit of doing that, generally... Not just you. It's a pain, isn't it?

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Whom would you tell? I think Matt doesn't care and neither does anyone else of our mutual acquaintance.

And I would deny everything. I do innocent very well.

[Private to Near]
They do, damn them.

[legofortress.livejournal.com]

Public comments can't be denied, I'm afraid~

...You may have a point on the telling, though. Damn it.

[Private to Ianto]

This is why I used to refrain from speaking to people about anything other than work...

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Oh, fine.


I still say I do innocent well enough to cover my arse in any such situation.

[legofortress.livejournal.com]

...You sound less innocent when you start talking about that, you know~

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

<-- proof.

[legofortress.livejournal.com]

...You do look pretty innocent, I have to give you that...

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Told ya.

[legofortress.livejournal.com]

Hard evidence still trumps puppy dog eyes and a halo aura, though~

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

<-- isn't this hard enough for you?

...no double entendre intended. Really.

[legofortress.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately for you, my job requires that I be steely-hearted to all feigned expressions of innocence. Except Matt's.

It's a very good face though, and I'm sure anyone without my years of training would find "it" very hard indeed~

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

I laugh at your training in the presence of my babyfaced innocence. There's a reason the girls thought they had to protect me while I was a girl--I look like I need it.

[legofortress.livejournal.com]

But firstly, you're not a girl any longer, and secondly... I think you underestimate the hardness of my heart. Besides, your baby-faced innocence has nothing on mine. I'm younger, and smaller, and as we've already established, I'm quite useless at being anything other than innocent... So I have that in addition to my evidence.

I'm afraid this is one fight you're not going to win...

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Damn. I'd rather hoped your heart was squishy and malleable.

Youth will only get you so far.

[legofortress.livejournal.com]

Stone and ice, I'm afraid. I'm a biological curiosity. :D

I've also got big eyes, white hair, and I'm not above pouting.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Does it hurt, the stone and ice?