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m_findlowTitle: Never happy
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 274 - Winter at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Ianto can't seem to find enough clothes to stay warm. A double drabble.
'I hate winter,' Ianto grumbled, digging his chin deeper into his scarf, but still not far enough down that he could also get his nose tucked in there as well. He double checked his hands shoved deep in his pockets, sure that they were frozen on account of him not wearing his mittens, but lo and behold, those were on as well.
'You said that about summer, too,' Jack replied, looking completely impervious to the cold. For someone who'd grown up on a hot, sandy world, the cold didn't seem to bother him one iota. It didn't help that their rift alert had gone walkabout from its original location, leaving them trudging through the damp snowy slush.
'That was a freak summer,' Ianto argued. 'Cardiff doesn't get above twenty five. And it was hot enough to melt.'
Jack smirked at him. 'You just didn't like having to wear shorts and t-shirts.'
'I felt underdressed.' And even then he'd hated the sticky sweaty feeling like he constantly needed a shower.
Jack raised an eyebrow at him. 'And now? Are you going to tell me you're overdressed?'
'Would that be according to your definition or mine?'
'I think you're always overdressed.'
'Exactly.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 274 - Winter at
drabble_weeklySummary: Ianto can't seem to find enough clothes to stay warm. A double drabble.
'I hate winter,' Ianto grumbled, digging his chin deeper into his scarf, but still not far enough down that he could also get his nose tucked in there as well. He double checked his hands shoved deep in his pockets, sure that they were frozen on account of him not wearing his mittens, but lo and behold, those were on as well.
'You said that about summer, too,' Jack replied, looking completely impervious to the cold. For someone who'd grown up on a hot, sandy world, the cold didn't seem to bother him one iota. It didn't help that their rift alert had gone walkabout from its original location, leaving them trudging through the damp snowy slush.
'That was a freak summer,' Ianto argued. 'Cardiff doesn't get above twenty five. And it was hot enough to melt.'
Jack smirked at him. 'You just didn't like having to wear shorts and t-shirts.'
'I felt underdressed.' And even then he'd hated the sticky sweaty feeling like he constantly needed a shower.
Jack raised an eyebrow at him. 'And now? Are you going to tell me you're overdressed?'
'Would that be according to your definition or mine?'
'I think you're always overdressed.'
'Exactly.'
