Disaster of his own making - A little drabble do ya

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Napoleon had known seeing Marie and Suzanne in the same week would end disastrously. Still, he thought, surveying his green-paint spattered apartment, he'd never thought it would be this bad.

At least the girls had made up through agreeing what a pig he was.

He couldn't stay here tonight, the fumes were too bad.

"Open channel D please....Illya? Can I stay on your couch tonight?"

"What's in it for me?"

"The pleasure of saying I told you so. I have paint in my hair."

Silence. Then - " I will be waiting."