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section7mfuPrompt colour: pink
Word count - 470
April Dancer strode into the commissary, grabbed a coffee, slamming the mug down, before practically flinging herself into her usual seat and glaring around as though daring anyone to say a word.
Her hair was unexpectedly a vibrant pink. A stunned silence spread through the room.
Napoleon sat staring with everyone else, knowing that in this organisation of professional nosey parkers, the silence could only last so long. And judging by the way April was clenching her jaw, one wrong question right now would probably spark a riot.
No, this would need to be handled with some degree of tact. Picking up his own coffee, he made his way over to her table and sat down opposite her.
“April,” he said, carefully keeping his eyes on her face. For once he was trying to resist the temptation to look up not down. “I didn't know you were back from Trenton.”
She took a swig of coffee, her eyebrows knotted together. “I got back a few hours ago,” she said curtly. “I just got released from medical.”
“Medical,” he said quickly. “Is everything alright?”
The only answer was another fierce glare. “Yes,” she snapped, angrily pushing her pink hair back from her face. “Just a small exposure to THRUSH's latest party trick.”
“Ah, yes.” He coughed. “I had noticed that you were looking more, ahem, exotic than usual...?” He let his voice trail off into a tone of polite enquiry.
“My hair is pink, Napoleon,” she said flatly. “Pink.”
“Really? I hadn't noticed,” he said as sincerely as he could. “I was caught up in admiring your dress. Givenchy, right?”
Her lips twitched ever so slightly. “You're very gallant, darling. And you do have a good eye. But my hair is pink.”
“Can I assume that wasn't the effect THRUSH was going for?” he asked delicately.
“Honestly, I have no idea what they were trying to accomplish,” she said with a sigh. “All it managed to do was ruin my coiffure, make me have to cancel my date this evening, and confine me to training duty for the next few weeks.”
He frowned. “Are the doctors worried there might be more effects?”
“No,” she said, her lips tightening. “But apparently there's not much use for pink-haired spies. We tend to be easily spotted.”
“I'm sorry,” he said, all sincerity in the moment until a thought crossed his mind. “Wait, wasn't Illya in Trenton with you?”
“Yes,” she said, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eyes. “He's still in medical.”
“And....?” he asked, almost breathlessly.
“He's slightly....pinker...than the last time you saw him,” she allowed gravely. “And not very happy about it.”
Napoleon stood up abruptly. “Excuse me. There's somewhere else I need to be.”
Some things were just impossible to resist.
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Date: 2016-05-31 12:12 am (UTC)For you also, evidently. ;-)
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Date: 2016-05-31 01:15 am (UTC)I'm sure April carries it off better than you'd think possible.
Let's hope Napoleon doesn't take bravery to suicidal excess.
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Date: 2016-05-31 03:21 pm (UTC)Easily spotted … I'd say so. At least IK could shave his head, but that's another story ;)
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Date: 2016-05-31 06:58 pm (UTC)Fantastic tale.