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badly_knittedTitle: Courteous - Follows ‘Diplomacy’
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack, aliens.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 916: Hug, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Licking aliens is a very strange experience…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. For taylorpatta.
With perseverance and fortitude, Ianto got through the ordeal with the Zennochii. Fortunately for his sanity, not to mention his tongue, there were only three of the hairless, yellow-skinned beings. Unfortunately, despite having heads slightly resembling lemons, they didn’t taste like lemons, although Jack had been right in that they didn’t exactly taste bad, just vaguely spicy.
Nevertheless, approaching the trio and leaning in to lick their faces was… bizarre and uncomfortable. Not for the trio of Zennochii, obviously; it was THEIR custom, they were used to it, but he did wonder what he tasted like to them. They didn’t complain, so either he wasn’t distasteful, or more likely, they were too polite to say anything.
They were charming people, despite their weird customs, and most grateful to Torchwood for their assistance, which was always nice. They even showered Ianto, and Jack, with gifts in gratitude, although Ianto had no idea what he was supposed to do with the fuzzy orange thing with a tuft of tendrils on one end, and a long handle…
“There,” said Jack, after the Zennochii went on their way. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“I need a hug,” Ianto replied. “And lots of mouthwash.”
The End
Nevertheless, approaching the trio and leaning in to lick their faces was… bizarre and uncomfortable. Not for the trio of Zennochii, obviously; it was THEIR custom, they were used to it, but he did wonder what he tasted like to them. They didn’t complain, so either he wasn’t distasteful, or more likely, they were too polite to say anything.
They were charming people, despite their weird customs, and most grateful to Torchwood for their assistance, which was always nice. They even showered Ianto, and Jack, with gifts in gratitude, although Ianto had no idea what he was supposed to do with the fuzzy orange thing with a tuft of tendrils on one end, and a long handle…
“There,” said Jack, after the Zennochii went on their way. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“I need a hug,” Ianto replied. “And lots of mouthwash.”
The End
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Date: 2026-05-10 11:10 pm (UTC)