"Beautiful Dreamer"~ For A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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As the explosive aftermath cleared, Slate came to his senses, realizing he couldn’t see his partner.

“Napoleon?” Coughing to clear his lungs; he waved smoke away from his face. The clouds of dust began to settle and he spotted Solo.

“Napoleon, wake up mate? Please don’t be dead...Illya will kill me if I killed you.”

Solo moaned before opening his eyes.

“Thank God," Mark sighed.

“I was I dreaming I was surrounded by a bevy of bikini clad beauties.”

“Only you would do that in the middle of blowing up a satrap.”

“And there's something wrong with that?”