Challenge 717 - Not accommodating
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m_findlowTitle: Not accommodating
Character: Gwen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 717 - Scale at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Gwen's room-mate is holding her to a very high standard. A double drabble.
‘Don’t touch that!’ Ianto barked, making Gwen jump out of her skin. She clenched her jaw and spun around, trying to keep her patience, else it was going to be a long night of having to share a single hotel room in this little backwater town just south of Aberystwyth.
‘What?’ Gwen replied with a little more acerbity than she intended. ‘I’m thirsty.’
Ianto stepped past her and unplugged the kettle from the powerpoint. ‘It’s covered in scale on the inside,’ he said, scowling at her as if she were to blame. ‘God knows when it was last cleaned.’
‘It’s boiled water, Ianto. As in, all the nasties killed in the process. I only wanted a cup of tea.’
‘I saw you eyeing off those Maxwell House sachets.’
‘They were next to the biscuits! How could I not see them?’
He gave her another scowl. ‘I’m taking this to reception to see if they’ll swap it for a clean one, or if they've at least got some baking soda and lemons to clean this one.’
Gwen flopped back on the uncomfortable single bed. Suddenly the vending machine in the car park charging three pounds didn't seem like the worst idea.
‘Don’t touch that!’ Ianto barked, making Gwen jump out of her skin. She clenched her jaw and spun around, trying to keep her patience, else it was going to be a long night of having to share a single hotel room in this little backwater town just south of Aberystwyth.
‘What?’ Gwen replied with a little more acerbity than she intended. ‘I’m thirsty.’
Ianto stepped past her and unplugged the kettle from the powerpoint. ‘It’s covered in scale on the inside,’ he said, scowling at her as if she were to blame. ‘God knows when it was last cleaned.’
‘It’s boiled water, Ianto. As in, all the nasties killed in the process. I only wanted a cup of tea.’
‘I saw you eyeing off those Maxwell House sachets.’
‘They were next to the biscuits! How could I not see them?’
He gave her another scowl. ‘I’m taking this to reception to see if they’ll swap it for a clean one, or if they've at least got some baking soda and lemons to clean this one.’
Gwen flopped back on the uncomfortable single bed. Suddenly the vending machine in the car park charging three pounds didn't seem like the worst idea.
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Date: 2022-11-02 08:42 pm (UTC)