“This really is the life, moving along at a nice leisurely pace while putting up your feet...ahhh.”
Napoleon was stretched out, relaxing in a gondola on a Venice canal.
“Speak for yourself,” Kuryakin whispered into his microphone. For once he was not posing as the gondolier but was moving along the walkways, following the gondola on foot.
“Well knowing you get seasick tovarisch; I took this part of the assignment.”
“Yes, done out of the kindness of your heart, I am sure.” (Sarcasm in the Russian’s voice)
“You cut me to the quick Illya.”
“You will get over it.”

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Date: 2015-11-04 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-04 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-04 06:46 pm (UTC)Pretty much better just really tired all the time
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Date: 2015-11-04 06:51 pm (UTC)Feel better.