Challenge 848 - Hungry for more
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m_findlowTitle: Hungry for more
Character: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 848 - Half at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: After a long night, all the boys want is food. A triple drabble.
‘I'm bloody starving,’ Owen said, tossing his Jacket aside and ignoring that he’d missed his chair and the jacket dropped straight onto the floor. He didn't bother to pick it back up.
‘Tell me about it,’ Ianto said, much more carefully hanging his own coat on a hanger and hooking it into the railing overhead where it could dry from the drizzle that coated its fibres.
‘Oh, pizza,’ Owen said, spotting the two boxes on the coffee table that had been left there after the others had gone home, Owen and Ianto drawing the short straw for the late night weevil capture. ‘Brilliant.’
‘God, I hope it's Mexican,’ Ianto said. ‘After that mangled fox corpse in the sewer that had been weevil dinner, I think I'm off meat for a while.’
‘Who cares,’ Owen said. ‘Let's eat.’ He threw open the first box and found it empty, tossing it aside and reaching for the box underneath. He lifted the lid and revealed one lonely slice of cold pizza. They looked at it, then at each other.
‘I'll go half and half with you,’ Ianto offered.
‘Mate, it's one slice. No way.’ They stared each other down for a moment, daring the other to concede. ‘It's double pepperoni with extra ground beef,’ Owen said, picking it up and waving it between them. ‘Just look at that lovely oozy tomato sauce. Half of that bad boy just won't be enough.’
Ianto grimaced, stomach twisting in knots at the thought, still able to smell freshly killed fox carcass, bloody and horrible, even if he didn't particularly like foxes – especially not the one that kept using his yard as a dining table, crunching the bones of its quarry loudly under his bedroom window at night. ‘Think I'll see what's left in the biscuit tin.’
‘I'm bloody starving,’ Owen said, tossing his Jacket aside and ignoring that he’d missed his chair and the jacket dropped straight onto the floor. He didn't bother to pick it back up.
‘Tell me about it,’ Ianto said, much more carefully hanging his own coat on a hanger and hooking it into the railing overhead where it could dry from the drizzle that coated its fibres.
‘Oh, pizza,’ Owen said, spotting the two boxes on the coffee table that had been left there after the others had gone home, Owen and Ianto drawing the short straw for the late night weevil capture. ‘Brilliant.’
‘God, I hope it's Mexican,’ Ianto said. ‘After that mangled fox corpse in the sewer that had been weevil dinner, I think I'm off meat for a while.’
‘Who cares,’ Owen said. ‘Let's eat.’ He threw open the first box and found it empty, tossing it aside and reaching for the box underneath. He lifted the lid and revealed one lonely slice of cold pizza. They looked at it, then at each other.
‘I'll go half and half with you,’ Ianto offered.
‘Mate, it's one slice. No way.’ They stared each other down for a moment, daring the other to concede. ‘It's double pepperoni with extra ground beef,’ Owen said, picking it up and waving it between them. ‘Just look at that lovely oozy tomato sauce. Half of that bad boy just won't be enough.’
Ianto grimaced, stomach twisting in knots at the thought, still able to smell freshly killed fox carcass, bloody and horrible, even if he didn't particularly like foxes – especially not the one that kept using his yard as a dining table, crunching the bones of its quarry loudly under his bedroom window at night. ‘Think I'll see what's left in the biscuit tin.’
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Date: 2025-01-19 10:52 am (UTC)