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carabele.livejournal.comcarabele.livejournal.comalynwa.livejournal.com“So, Illya…”
The Russian looked up from his periodical. “Yes, Napoleon?”
“The temperature is only hitting 85 today. The heatwave is over.”
“Yes, I watched the weather report.” As Napoleon squirmed he asked, “What is it?”
“Moy brat, I love you; I’ve killed for you and I would die for you.”
“I know; what is wrong?”
“You’ve got to go home. You’re driving me crazy! You leave your clothes everywhere, you leave dishes in the sink…”
“I do the same when we are on a mission.”
“Missions end. You’re my best friend; keep it that way. Goodbye.”
“Alright, Napoleon. Goodbye.”
alynwa.livejournal.com“So, Illya…”
The Russian looked up from his periodical. “Yes, Napoleon?”
“The temperature is only hitting 85 today. The heatwave is over.”
“Yes, I watched the weather report.” As Napoleon squirmed he asked, “What is it?”
“Moy brat, I love you; I’ve killed for you and I would die for you.”
“I know; what is wrong?”
“You’ve got to go home. You’re driving me crazy! You leave your clothes everywhere, you leave dishes in the sink…”
“I do the same when we are on a mission.”
“Missions end. You’re my best friend; keep it that way. Goodbye.”
“Alright, Napoleon. Goodbye.”
glennagirl.livejournal.comThe conversation with Marion had been more than a revelation to Napoleon. The woman was in dangerous waters and he had a real concern for her safety. It was with a certain amount of trepidation that he presented the account to Illya.
Napoleon met his friend at Vanya’s, where the scene was much improved over earlier in the day. It was to be hoped that Illya’s mood would be in a similar condition.
“Come back here, we can talk in my office.”
Secrets - part 6
glennagirl.livejournal.comThe conversation with Marion had been more than a revelation to Napoleon. The woman was in dangerous waters and he had a real concern for her safety. It was with a certain amount of trepidation that he presented the account to Illya.
Napoleon met his friend at Vanya’s, where the scene was much improved over earlier in the day. It was to be hoped that Illya’s mood would be in a similar condition.
“Come back here, we can talk in my office.”
Secrets - part 6
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