Own nothing. Written by Inkinhart and x - Torchwood's Baby Blue - x
'Fuck.'
Ianto looked up at the source of the very loud noise, and frowned. God knows what Jack was up to now.
'Fuck.'
He had been swearing steadily for twenty minutes, only missing a beat for the occasional loud whoop.
'Fuck.'
Ianto gave Owen his coffee, and made his way up to Jack's office, timed to the still regular swearing.
'Fuck.'
He stuck his head in, and the first two things he noticed were a pile of torn up paperwork and piles of paper spread out all over the office.
'Whoo!' Jack cried triumphantly, punching the air and leaning back on his chair, which he promptly fell off as soon as Ianto spoke.
'What are you doing, sir?'
'Throwing bits of paper into the bin.'
'Of course, sir. I'm assuming you'll be wanting your coffee then, sir?'
' … Could I have more paper as well?'
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