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m_findlowTitle: Making life hard
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 400 - Amnesty, using Challenge 181 - Hamper at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Ianto's offer to help is hampered by Jack's recordkeeping. A triple drabble.
‘Jack, your expense claims are overdue,’ Ianto said, giving his boss a judicious glare at what he considered an obvious oversight.
‘Maybe I didn’t have any this month,’ Jack replied, trying his level best to squirm out of any more paperwork. It felt like his whole life revolved around the stuff these days.
‘You?’ Ianto snorted. ‘I doubt that.’ Then he gave a sigh. ‘Look, if you just give me the receipts I’ll sort it all out. Can’t be rocket science to figure out what you bought and why.’ Then Ianto fixed him with a different glare. ‘But only this once,’ he warned. ‘Next month you fill out the form just like everyone else.
Jack heaved a sigh. Being the boss just didn’t have the same perks it used to. ‘Fine.’ He pushed up from his chair and moved to the coat stand where Ianto had carefully hung the greatcoat, develing his hand into the pocket and bringing out a fistful of things that he scattered on the desk. There were a few squares of gum, a key for something he wasn’t sure about anymore, a used tissue, and a dozen scrunched up balls of paper.
‘They’re all crumpled,’ Ianto said disparagingly.
‘Obviously,’ Jack replied. ‘Who folds up their receipts?’
‘I do.’
Jack rolled his eyes. Of course Ianto did. ‘Well, it’ll be fine.’ He squashed one out on the surface of the desk, smoothing it down, just to prove to Ianto that the universe hadn’t imploded as a consequence.
Ianto picked up a second one, trying to read it only to find that a used piece of gum was preventing it from being unfurled properly. ‘Really?’ came the exasperated question.
Jack took it and pointed. ‘You can still read how much it was.’
Ianto snatched it back. ‘Once only.’
‘Jack, your expense claims are overdue,’ Ianto said, giving his boss a judicious glare at what he considered an obvious oversight.
‘Maybe I didn’t have any this month,’ Jack replied, trying his level best to squirm out of any more paperwork. It felt like his whole life revolved around the stuff these days.
‘You?’ Ianto snorted. ‘I doubt that.’ Then he gave a sigh. ‘Look, if you just give me the receipts I’ll sort it all out. Can’t be rocket science to figure out what you bought and why.’ Then Ianto fixed him with a different glare. ‘But only this once,’ he warned. ‘Next month you fill out the form just like everyone else.
Jack heaved a sigh. Being the boss just didn’t have the same perks it used to. ‘Fine.’ He pushed up from his chair and moved to the coat stand where Ianto had carefully hung the greatcoat, develing his hand into the pocket and bringing out a fistful of things that he scattered on the desk. There were a few squares of gum, a key for something he wasn’t sure about anymore, a used tissue, and a dozen scrunched up balls of paper.
‘They’re all crumpled,’ Ianto said disparagingly.
‘Obviously,’ Jack replied. ‘Who folds up their receipts?’
‘I do.’
Jack rolled his eyes. Of course Ianto did. ‘Well, it’ll be fine.’ He squashed one out on the surface of the desk, smoothing it down, just to prove to Ianto that the universe hadn’t imploded as a consequence.
Ianto picked up a second one, trying to read it only to find that a used piece of gum was preventing it from being unfurled properly. ‘Really?’ came the exasperated question.
Jack took it and pointed. ‘You can still read how much it was.’
Ianto snatched it back. ‘Once only.’
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Date: 2024-06-08 10:47 am (UTC)