"Milking it for All It's Worth" ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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A Double Drabble today...

Solo and Kuryakin entered headquarters, none the worse for wear.

“Do you realize this is the fourth assignment in a row where neither of us has been injured?” Illya commented.

“I know and though I’m glad we’re both fine, still no bumps or bruises are causing me a problem in the sympathy category with the ladies of the secretarial pool.”

“Napoleon, really? Since when do you have trouble charming the ladies,” Kuryakin laughed.

“I don’t have a problem charming them but sometimes it’s good to get a little sympathy from the ladies, and don’t tell me you haven’t played that card. I’ve seen you in Medical soaking up the attention from the women who bring you food.”

“I was in the infirmary for a legitimate injury.”

“Still, you milked it for all it was worth.”

They suddenly looked each other in the eye. Without saying another word, they headed directly to the entrance of the secretarial pool. As they stepped inside both men instantly hunched over and began limping.

“Oh no Napoleon, you’re hurt?” Melissa called out.

“Illya you too?” Natalia ran to him.” I have just the thing for you, homemade borscht.”

Both men winked; mischief in their eyes.