section7mfu | The Randomness of Life Chapter 13~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya (Reply)

Half drabbles inspired by lines from a poem:

Prompted by: Dream Song 113: or Amy Vladeck or Riva Freifeld~John Berryman

For many years I hid it from him successfully—

There are so many words I leave unspoken, so many truths about myself, hidden. He is my friend, and I trust him with my life but why can I not trust him with my secrets.

“What do I fear, my partners pity?” Illya asked as Napoleon appeared, smiling at him.
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to liven up the airless with one nose

“Leave it to a fistfight between those two to settle things,” Mark said.

“I’ve never seen them this angry and over a sofa filled with diamonds?” April declared. “Can you imagine arguing over that?”

“Illya forgot to search it and Napoleon caught trouble for it.”

“Hey things happen.” April smiled.
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for which I flush with gratitude; yet away

“I’ve lost count how many times you’ve done this.” Napoleon said, looking at his partner after a bullet had been removed from his shoulder.

“It is my job to protect my partner, ” Illya groused.

“No it’s not.”

“You will not convince me otherwise. Now where is my chocolate ice cream?”