Dry Spell - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

“I can’t see anything here, Napoleon.  Just more dry ground.”

Illya was squatting near the remains of a watering hole, his skin bronzed and his eyes pale blue beneath the hat he wore.  Napoleon had his partner’s shirt wrapped around his head, a trace of blood and a lingering headache the only indication of the near miss from a THRUSH bullet.

“We need water, Illya.  Maybe you should go…”

“No.  We stay together.  We will make it out, we just need some luck.”

“Oh, is that all?  Help me up, will ya.  I think we should be on our way.”

Dry Spell - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

“I can’t see anything here, Napoleon.  Just more dry ground.”

Illya was squatting near the remains of a watering hole, his skin bronzed and his eyes pale blue beneath the hat he wore.  Napoleon had his partner’s shirt wrapped around his head, a trace of blood and a lingering headache the only indication of the near miss from a THRUSH bullet.

“We need water, Illya.  Maybe you should go…”

“No.  We stay together.  We will make it out, we just need some luck.”

“Oh, is that all?  Help me up, will ya.  I think we should be on our way.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya-Illya and Medical

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Neither man likes to go to medical and be pulled from the field --
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A Little Drabble Do Ya-Illya and Medical

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Neither man likes to go to medical and be pulled from the field --
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A Little Drabble Do Ya: Hunger Pains

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

“Illya, what are you eating?”

“Never mind; you are not getting any.”

“What?  I’m your partner and I’m starving.  You won’t feed me?”

“Napoleon, we are not in a jungle; we are in our office.  Go to the Commissary and buy your own sandwich!”

“I’m broke until payday!  Feed me, please!”

“No.”

“Illya, are we not members of the same lodge, pages of the same book, eggs of the same carton?”

“I think hunger has made you delirious.”

“Maybe it has.”

“Good grief, Napoleon!  Here, take this half and shut up!”

“Bless you, Tovarisch!”

“Less religion and more silence, Solo!”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Hunger Pains

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

“Illya, what are you eating?”

“Never mind; you are not getting any.”

“What?  I’m your partner and I’m starving.  You won’t feed me?”

“Napoleon, we are not in a jungle; we are in our office.  Go to the Commissary and buy your own sandwich!”

“I’m broke until payday!  Feed me, please!”

“No.”

“Illya, are we not members of the same lodge, pages of the same book, eggs of the same carton?”

“I think hunger has made you delirious.”

“Maybe it has.”

“Good grief, Napoleon!  Here, take this half and shut up!”

“Bless you, Tovarisch!”

“Less religion and more silence, Solo!”