Double Drabble: Weather Complaints
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badly_knittedTitle: Weather Complaints
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Owen, Ianto.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 920: Wet, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen hates the Cardiff weather.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Why does it always rain in bloody Wales?” Owen complained, tugging his jacket tighter around him, for all the good that would do him since it was denim.
“It doesn’t always rain,” Ianto corrected him. “It was dry last Tuesday.”
“What the fuck good is that? I’m getting wet!”
“Don’t exaggerate, Owen; it’s only a light drizzle. The most you’re getting is slightly moist, and I’m sure you can survive that without going mouldy. Might even do you some good; you might grow a bit.”
“Har har, Teaboy!”
“Wales is a wet country; you should be used to that by now. You’ve lived here long enough.”
“Doesn’t mean I have to like it!”
“No, but it doesn’t mean you have to complain about it every time the weather is the slightest bit damp. Anyone would think you were battling monsoon conditions instead of a bit of drizzle.”
“I could catch my death in this! I could develop pneumonia, and then where would the rest of you be?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “This from someone who’s supposed to be a doctor. Getting wet doesn’t make you catch pneumonia.”
“You don’t know that!”
“If you do, I’ll send you a Get-Well card.”
The End
“It doesn’t always rain,” Ianto corrected him. “It was dry last Tuesday.”
“What the fuck good is that? I’m getting wet!”
“Don’t exaggerate, Owen; it’s only a light drizzle. The most you’re getting is slightly moist, and I’m sure you can survive that without going mouldy. Might even do you some good; you might grow a bit.”
“Har har, Teaboy!”
“Wales is a wet country; you should be used to that by now. You’ve lived here long enough.”
“Doesn’t mean I have to like it!”
“No, but it doesn’t mean you have to complain about it every time the weather is the slightest bit damp. Anyone would think you were battling monsoon conditions instead of a bit of drizzle.”
“I could catch my death in this! I could develop pneumonia, and then where would the rest of you be?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “This from someone who’s supposed to be a doctor. Getting wet doesn’t make you catch pneumonia.”
“You don’t know that!”
“If you do, I’ll send you a Get-Well card.”
The End
