Having spent thirty minutes looking for his partner, Napoleon found him where he should have looked in the first place. He could have easily called him to the office via the loud speaker, but it wasn’t an urgent issue. He found the Russian, sitting alone in the corner, scowling into the cup he was holding with both hands.
“You seem perturbed, partner mine,” Solo said as he took the seat opposite. “Is there a Thrushie in there?”
“That would be preferable to what is actually in here,” Illya replied with disgust. “On what planet could this be considered as tea?”
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“You seem perturbed, partner mine,” Solo said as he took the seat opposite. “Is there a Thrushie in there?”
“That would be preferable to what is actually in here,” Illya replied with disgust. “On what planet could this be considered as tea?”
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Date: 2015-06-03 08:57 pm (UTC)