Fallout - A Little Drabble Do Ya
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The blistering Napoleon was receiving from Illya's glare made him shift uneasily, adjust his tie and then self-consciously stretch his neck. He might have been imagining that the Russian was going to hang him.
"Look Illya, I'm sorry. I have apologized so many times that you should be satisfied… a little."
The blond glared some more. Napoleon wasn't getting off easy this time. He'd gone to the meeting place and encountered a gaggle of young girls as irksome as geese. For what?
"You didn't tell me they thought I was a…a rock star. They nearly killed me."
"…"
"%*#@!!"
"Sorry."