Napoleon knocked on Illya’s door.
“A minute.”
Napoleon could hear crashing, things falling, and a few Russian curses.
“Are you okay?’
Worried he was just about to use his key to let himself in when the door was opened.
“What happened, it sounded like a war in here?’”
Napoleon noticed a lump under a blanket. Lifting the cover, he saw wrapped gifts and looked surprised at his non-Christmas partner.
“Christmas presents?”
“Others give me gifts so it is only courteous that I return the thoughtfulness.”
“And I’ll defend your right to stick to that explanation,” Napoleon said grinning.

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Date: 2012-12-20 04:55 pm (UTC)(It's only sensible, after all, not to have an already crowded schedule further packed with Ghosts.)
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Date: 2012-12-20 05:09 pm (UTC)