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It worries me a bit when things are quiet at work, but I'm going to just count my blessings for it and catch up on paperwork.

[Filtered to Lorne]

Guess what was waiting for me when I got to the Hub this morning?

That would be your latest package. Dr. Jackson must had paid a fortune to get it here so quickly.

The blanket is going right on my bed when I get home tonight, and I love the pictures. (I will admit to tucking that one of you in the astronaut's uniform into my breast pocket.)

For what it's worth, you're not a dick. I've never thought that.

So, tell me about the umbrella.

[ooc: adult-contenty. la la la.]

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[Private to Lorne]

Oh, God. She took pictures of me asleep? I don't know whether to be touched or creeped out.

I think we can. We're only limited by what we're willing to type, after all.

[Private to Ianto]

Well I, for one, am grateful. I put them on my nightstand. It's almost like you're sleeping next to me.

I'm willing to give it a shot if you are.

[Private to Lorne]

Well, I suppose I don't mind that much, then.

I am quite willing, though I'm not exactly sure how one types about dancing, now that I think about it.

[Private to Ianto]

We could type rhythmically, while listening to the same song.

[Private to Lorne]

*laughs* Oh, lord, we are the biggest nerds in the world, aren't we?

[Private to Ianto]

Actually, I believe this makes us the biggest nerds in two galaxies.

[Private to Lorne]

I love you, dork.

[Private to Ianto]

I love you too, geek.

[Private to Lorne]

Should I include a taped message in my next package, or would that trip a few wires? (And did you get those movies I sent you?) I could speak most of it in Welsh, but that would probably make the censor just get a translator.

[Private to Ianto]

I'd love that. It would be good to hear your voice. I suppose I could reciprocate as well.

I don't think you'd have any problems with the censors. They tend to care more about outgoing mail than incoming. (Yes, I did.)

[Private to Lorne]

Then I will do so.

All right, I'm going to say what's in my heart, then. And possibly translate it.

Possibly not.

(Good.)

[Private to Ianto]

You'll drive me crazy if you don't translate it, you know. I'll be forced to hunt down a linguist who speaks Welsh.

[Private to Lorne]

Oh, I don't know. You might be able to tell from the tone of my voice.

[Private to Ianto]

In that case, I probably don't want any of the linguists listening to it.

[Private to Lorne]

Not if I say what I'm planning on saying, oh no indeed.

[Private to Ianto]

See, now you have to translate it for me. Otherwise that's just cruel.

[Private to Lorne]

*smiles* Maybe.

And here I thought you just wanted to hear Welsh. For reference.

[Private to Ianto]

Well, I did. And then you started dropping hints and being all coy. And now my interest is more than piqued.

[Private to Lorne]

Dw i'n dy hoffi di.

[Private to Ianto]

*eyebrow* And? What does it mean?

[Private to Lorne]

If I tell you now it'll give you nothing to look forward to in the next package.

Don't pout. It's a good thing.

[Private to Ianto]

*sigh* Fine. I can wait.

*does not pout, does not pout*

[Private to Lorne]

Dw i'n
I am
dy
your
hoffi
liking
di
you

[Private to Ianto]

Hm...I think I like it better in Welsh. :P

[Private to Lorne]

I don't know, there's something poetic about it. I am yours . . . liking you. And if I were talking about you in the third person, I am his, liking him.