Spy Confessions - A Little Drabble Do Ya
May. 6th, 2015 08:23 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
"She did it again…" The blond shook his head, causing the silky strands to wave like wheat in the wind.
"What's that tovarisch?" Napoleon noted the hair, shook his head slightly but the Brylcreem had done its job. Again.
"You know very well how these things go. Stories are written and without fail I am bludgeoned, shot or otherwise maimed. I catch the brunt of the violence with these writers. I do not understand."
More head shaking and sighs only served to exacerbate Napoleon's ire over the hair problem. Illya's complaint seemed petty.
"At least you have good hair."
"True."