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section7mfuTitle Helping Anna Out
Author jkkitty
Prompt Word Taste and Loose
Prompt Colour Gray
Word count 432
Illya was enjoying this self-assigned mission. He and Anna were in and out of shops all day looking for the perfect fit for her wedding. Surprised when she asked him to help, he just couldn’t say no.
He took the assignment seriously, as she asked his option each time they reached a new store. Not one to just say whether he like something immediately, he made sure to check out everything, at least, a few times.
Many of the other brides-to-be giggled as they watched him rate each item presented to him. And more than a few sighed wondering how Anna had managed to land him. Went hearing this, he did nothing to dissuade them from their beliefs as he didn’t feel like fight off any of the other sex today.
The day was long, but by the late afternoon they were done, and Illya headed back to headquarters for an evening meeting.
……..
Napoleon found his partner, head down on his desk.
“Where were you?” As Illya raised his head, the American saw how gray his face was. Concerned he asked, “What happen to you? You look like death warmed over.”
“I do not feel well,” Illya said loosening his belt. “My head and stomach are killing me.”
“I can see it. Do you need to go to medical?”
“No. I think that I will just die in peace just laying here if you do not mind.”
“Can I get you some soup or something from the cafeteria?”
“NO!”
“Okay, now you have me worried Illya. You don’t refuse food. What is going on?”
Illya slowly sat up straight looking as if he would need to run to the bathroom quickly if he moved any faster. I was doing a favor for Anna. She asked if I would be willing to help her make some selections. As I had nothing else to do, I agreed.”
“And how does this have to do with how bad you look?”
“I was just helping Anna out. We spend all day checking out cakes and frostings for her wedding.”
Napoleon let loose a loud laugh that built into hilarious laughter. When he finally could get himself under control, he asked. “Would you like some Alka-Seltzer?”
“What I would like is to die. Go away and leave me alone.”
Picking up a file, Napoleon headed for the door. “I’ll tell Mr. Waverly you’re dealing with a problem and unable to make the meeting.”
As he reached the door, Napoleon heard a small voice coming from the desk.
“Last time I agree for someone getting married to taste cake. Oh my stomach and head.”
Author jkkitty
Prompt Word Taste and Loose
Prompt Colour Gray
Word count 432
Illya was enjoying this self-assigned mission. He and Anna were in and out of shops all day looking for the perfect fit for her wedding. Surprised when she asked him to help, he just couldn’t say no.
He took the assignment seriously, as she asked his option each time they reached a new store. Not one to just say whether he like something immediately, he made sure to check out everything, at least, a few times.
Many of the other brides-to-be giggled as they watched him rate each item presented to him. And more than a few sighed wondering how Anna had managed to land him. Went hearing this, he did nothing to dissuade them from their beliefs as he didn’t feel like fight off any of the other sex today.
The day was long, but by the late afternoon they were done, and Illya headed back to headquarters for an evening meeting.
……..
Napoleon found his partner, head down on his desk.
“Where were you?” As Illya raised his head, the American saw how gray his face was. Concerned he asked, “What happen to you? You look like death warmed over.”
“I do not feel well,” Illya said loosening his belt. “My head and stomach are killing me.”
“I can see it. Do you need to go to medical?”
“No. I think that I will just die in peace just laying here if you do not mind.”
“Can I get you some soup or something from the cafeteria?”
“NO!”
“Okay, now you have me worried Illya. You don’t refuse food. What is going on?”
Illya slowly sat up straight looking as if he would need to run to the bathroom quickly if he moved any faster. I was doing a favor for Anna. She asked if I would be willing to help her make some selections. As I had nothing else to do, I agreed.”
“And how does this have to do with how bad you look?”
“I was just helping Anna out. We spend all day checking out cakes and frostings for her wedding.”
Napoleon let loose a loud laugh that built into hilarious laughter. When he finally could get himself under control, he asked. “Would you like some Alka-Seltzer?”
“What I would like is to die. Go away and leave me alone.”
Picking up a file, Napoleon headed for the door. “I’ll tell Mr. Waverly you’re dealing with a problem and unable to make the meeting.”
As he reached the door, Napoleon heard a small voice coming from the desk.
“Last time I agree for someone getting married to taste cake. Oh my stomach and head.”
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Date: 2016-03-21 05:11 pm (UTC)That is a nice picture, of his carefully assessing bride things for a friend.
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