Prompts: Stagger and Black
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Two men sat on a park bench, their lunches now a thing of the past as they appeared to anyone looking as though simply enjoying the day, in spite of the weather. Across from them a man had been walking up and down in front of a solitary building.
"How do you like that swagger? Poor fellow seems a bit out of his element if you ask me." Mark Slate was busy doing nothing much as he and Illya Kuryakin continued to observe some activity across from their position on a park bench. It was cold, and neither man had seen anything that looked remotely dangerous or THRUSH-like.
"I think it's more of a stagger than a swagger. Look at him, he can barely stand upright." Illya thought he could probably just touch the fellow and he would topple over. Mark shook his head.
"Illya, he is not staggering. That is a definite swagger, look at his shoulders." Mark was less convinced than he sounded, but sometimes it was worth a few words to get the better of the Russian.
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