“Argh! Gerrof! Help!” Owen’s yell echoed across the Hub, bringing Ianto out of Jack’s office.
“Whatever are you doing?”
“Shouldn’t you be asking your furry worm that? I’m the victim here, if you hadn’t noticed!”
“You must’ve done something, or Nosy wouldn’t be doing that.”
Nosy was firmly wrapped in coils around Owen, glaring at him.
Ianto smirked. “What did you do?”
“I might have muddled up Nosy’s bottle-cap collection.”
“Better apologize. If you mean it, Nosy might let you go.”
“Okay, sorry, I won’t do it again!”
Nosy huffed and released him.
“Don’t mess with the Fluff,” Ianto grinned.