Moon River - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Crisp air blew through the open window in Illya’s living room.  Strumming a tune that he’d heard recently, the Russian felt a melancholy coming on that was accompanied by the lyrics he’d quickly memorized.

Moon River, wider than a mile.  I’m crossing you in style, some day…

The silver pen jangled its own tune.

“Kuryakin.”

“Mr. Kuryakin, we have a situation.”

“Yes sir, on my way. Kuryakin out.”

… dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you’re going I’m going your way…”

Illya put the guitar down and pulled on a turtleneck over bare skin. 

No time for a blue mood.