[mixed post]

[likesthecoat]

I was looking for a prayer but couldn't find one that suited. So have a song instead. Comfort by Matt Wertz.

[Filtered to Lorne]

And in the midst of all this, your package arrived today.

Your drawing has gone into the silver frame beside my bed along with my favorite picture of you.

I love you.

Have you talked to Sheppard today?


[ooc: Comments get adulty. And a little weird. These two are dorkus majorkus, clearly.]

Comments

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

That's me. Bad to the bone, baby.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Mmm. I like my boys bad. Can I feel your biceps?

Edited for accidental cat macro speak. Oh my.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Of course you can, baby. *flexes*

*laughs* It's okay, babe. I like my boys dorky.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Mmm . . . smoooooooooth.

Heh. My geek, let me show you it.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Ooh, I like that. When you run your fingers over my biceps.

God, I love you, geek.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Biceps nothing, I'm feeling you up right now.

I love you too, dork. Or like the LOLcats say, "I CAN HAZ FLYBOI."

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Oh, baby.

IZ IT CAN BE BUTTSECKS TIEM NAO?

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

I CAN HAZ LORNECOCK PLZ!

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

*laughs* You'll always win at LOLcats, due to superior understanding of the form.

But anytime you want Lornecock, you just let me know, baby. Lornecock always wants you. :P

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Yes. I have made LOLcats an area of serious study. Right up there with haiku and jingles for insight into the collective zeitgeist. *throws other buzzwords at you*

I want Lornecock all the time, baby.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

*is impressed with your ability to bullshit about internet phenomena*

Mmm...soon, baby. All the Lornecock you want.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

That's what a degree in literature gets you: an increased ability to bullshit.

. . . I tease :).

Oh, god. I know. I'm counting the minutes.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

I knew I should've picked books over rocks. I've always wanted an increased ability to bullshit.

Only the minutes? Not the seconds? Milliseconds?

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

But if you like rocks, there's no reason not to study them. And you can throw rocks at people if they're dumb.

I'll count the seconds when there are fewer of them. Like at 1754 tomorrow.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

That's very true. And people are often dumb.

*laughs* What if the train is early?

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Then it'll be a very short count, won't it? ONE!

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

*laughs more* God, I hope it's early.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

I hope so too. Do you have my mobile number, in case time gets folded and it's really, really early?

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

No, I don't.

How weird is that? I don't have my boyfriend's phone number or email address...fuck, I don't even know where in Cardiff you actually live.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Then let's correct that.

I live in an estate called Butetown, about 1.5 km from the bay. My mobile is 07940 423128 and my email address is ijones@torchwood.gov.uk.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Excellent. Now I can stalk you. :P

Should I call you from Crewe? I think I've got 45 minutes or so there between trains.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Brilliant. It's never too early to learn your way around. I also go running every morning at 6.00, though I'm a lot less regular about when I get home.

Yes, please.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

*makes note in creepy stalker notebook: running at 0600*

Fuck, baby, I'm going to see you tomorrow. *grins*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Should I tell you all my favorite restaurants, my car's license plate and my dry cleaner?

You are. You are. You are.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Why don't you just show them to me when I get there? You know, tomorrow.