Double Drabble: Mean Boy
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badly_knittedTitle: Mean Boy
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badly_knittedCharacters: Owen, Ianto, Tosh, Myfanwy.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 836: Feelings at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Set a few weeks after Ianto joins Torchwood Three.
Summary: Owen is being his usual charming self.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Oi!” Owen bellowed, snatching the stapler off his desk, and flinging it as a large, winged shape swooped low over his workstation, scattering papers everywhere. “Stupid bloody creature!”
“Stop throwing things at her,” Ianto snapped, stooping to gather up the paperwork and return it to Owen’s desk. “And don’t yell, you’ll upset her.”
“Me upset your leather budgie? I’m not the one doing all the divebombing!”
“That’s your own fault. I’ve told you enough times not to eat chocolate at your desk. She can smell it; she doesn’t understand it’s not for her.”
“Then someone should train their pet better.” Owen stared up at the Pteranodon circling overhead. “You hear that? You’re a bloody menace! If it was up to me, you’d be roasting on a spit!”
“Don’t be so mean, Owen.” Tosh looked up from her computers. “You’ll hurt her feelings.”
“Feelings? It’s not a person, it’s a bloody prehistoric reptile!”
“She’s a living, breathing creature. Just because she isn’t sentient doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel emotions, just as much as anyone. Next you’ll be telling us animals don’t have souls!”
“Whatever.” Owen looked at his desk. “Where’s my chocolate?”
Ianto kept quiet; Myfanwy deserved it more than Owen.
The End
“Stop throwing things at her,” Ianto snapped, stooping to gather up the paperwork and return it to Owen’s desk. “And don’t yell, you’ll upset her.”
“Me upset your leather budgie? I’m not the one doing all the divebombing!”
“That’s your own fault. I’ve told you enough times not to eat chocolate at your desk. She can smell it; she doesn’t understand it’s not for her.”
“Then someone should train their pet better.” Owen stared up at the Pteranodon circling overhead. “You hear that? You’re a bloody menace! If it was up to me, you’d be roasting on a spit!”
“Don’t be so mean, Owen.” Tosh looked up from her computers. “You’ll hurt her feelings.”
“Feelings? It’s not a person, it’s a bloody prehistoric reptile!”
“She’s a living, breathing creature. Just because she isn’t sentient doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel emotions, just as much as anyone. Next you’ll be telling us animals don’t have souls!”
“Whatever.” Owen looked at his desk. “Where’s my chocolate?”
Ianto kept quiet; Myfanwy deserved it more than Owen.
The End
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Date: 2024-10-23 05:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2024-10-23 06:15 pm (UTC)Thank you!