“I don’t know about you but I’m exhausted.” Napoleon flopped onto the sofa in the office he shared with Illya.
Kuryakin slowly looked over at him. “Well if you had not had a late night with Ramona or was it ...Sheila, then you would not be tired.”
“No it was Cindy, Ramona was Friday, Sheila was Saturday.”
“Three women in three days. Is that not a bit excessive my friend?”
“Never,” Napoleon grinned.
Illya shook his head as he inserted a piece of paper into the roller of his typewriter.
“One of these days a woman will be the end of you, and do not remark on it being an exceptional, or unusual nature of your death.”
“Do you mean to say, what a way to go?”
“I believe that is what I said.
“Not quite but well, yes ...what a way to go!”
“Tsk.” Kuryakin couldn’t help clicking his tongue.
(a drabble and a half)
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Date: 2017-03-30 05:32 am (UTC)