A Drabble a Day Discussions of life--Gifts?

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Napoleon knocked on Illya’s door.

“A minute.” I asy, come bme back later

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?’”

“I was moving something.”

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.