Dated December 30th

[capable_of]

Lex rubbed his hand together, from cold not from excitement, as he walked towards the yurt of Jack Harkness. The agreed upon date was today, since Lex needed it for his plans the next night, and the Frenchman's watch was safely in his pocket as payment. Everything was going perfectly to plan and Lex didn't even try to keep a small smile off his face.

As he neared the yurt, he called out, "Mr Harkness. I do hope your home." Just before reaching the door, He reached up and adjusted the hat on his head. He hated the damn thing, but he'd promised Anatoly. Not to mention getting sick was worse then he remembered.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack was familiar with what that tone and that look meant...not from Lex, but in himself. It told him enough to know that anything else he might as was private and definitely none of his business.

"Then I hope he likes it. It'll be here waiting. If I'm not home, you can come in and get it.Just make sure that little slut doesn't try to follow you out the door. She likes you," he said with a warm smile.

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For that, Lex was very appreciative. Because he wouldn't have volunteered any more information anyway. Especially since he hoped that by midnight tomorrow, it will have changed for the better.

Chuckling softly, Lex scratched right behind her ears. "I'm glad to hear it, though I'll make sure she stays home. I've already gotten sick in this weather, I'd hate to see what it would do to her."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"It really can't last much longer. Not much around here lasts long when it comes to crap the island pulls." Dulcita purred loudly as she rubbed against Lex, demanding more and more attention. She really was the perfect pet for a guy like Jack.