"The eyes have it"~ for A little Drabble do Ya!

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Napoleon sat, feeling uncomfortable, fidgeting as he glanced over at the pair of blue eyes that watched him.

He stared back but nothing seemed to break the concentration behind those eyes, wide and unrelenting.

Solo, blinked, turning away, realizing he’d surrendered by doing so.

Blue eyes continued their mission.

“What do you want?” He moaned.

Finally the eyes blinked but didn’t turn away.

“Napoleon pay closer attention. The answer is at your feet,” Illya finally said.

“Sorry tovarisch, I just don’t speak cat.”

“See the toy mouse? She just wants to play.”

“I don’t do cat.”

“Your loss my friend.”