"Feeling Peaky" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Slate eyed Kuryakin and Solo as they stumbled their way into the safe house in the English countryside.

“Illya you look a bit peaky but sorry, dinner will have to wait; April’s not here with the supplies. Why don’t you nip upstairs for a bit of a kip.”

“Excellent suggestion,” Illya dropped his briefcase and trudged upstairs.

“First door to the right, loo’s at the end of the hall.”

“I know,” Illya called back. “I have been here before.”

“Remember Mark, he was here in the U.K for three years before transferring to New York.”

“Forgot about that mate.”