
“Napoleon, will you please stop pacing and just find something to amuse yourself,” Illya glanced up from his magazine. He was stretched out on the leather sofa in their office, his jacket draped over his desk chair and his shoes kicked off. Surprisingly, one of his socks had a hole in it and his big toe was poking through.
His partner looked at it with disdain, “Either get that sock darned or buy a new pair will you?”
“The last time I had one of the ladies from communications darn my sock, I got in trouble with the Old Man, being told succinctly that was not their job.” Illya did a perfect imitation of Alexander Waverly that made Napoleon burst out laughing.
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