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Ianto had seen more then his fair share of strange, frightening sights, but what he was watching now... "Sir? May I ask what you are doing?"
Jack looked up from his task and grinned brightly. "I told Owen not to touch the Klavorkian sleep device. But does he listen? No. So I'm just trying to ensure that he remembers this, so maybe next time something like this won't happen again."
"But, Sir...like this?" Ianto asked watching Jack carefully, and expertly paint the sleeping Owen's toe and finger nails.
"What? You don't think Flirty Girly Passion Pink is his color?"