Prompts: formal, green
Word count: 298
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"Is that what you're wearing?" Napoleon was taken aback at the decidedly informal attire his new partner had chosen to wear. The occasion was black tie and Illya had on his trademark black trousers and a green turtleneck.
"This is a formal occasion comrade, and you're wearing Soviet green. I don't think that's going to do, not at all."
The blond looked sheepish as he caught his image in the mirror that Napoleon kept on the inside of a door in his office. It was open now as Napoleon groomed for the evening's event. They were covering a soiree at the Plaza in honor of some visiting dignitaries. UNCLE had been requested as additional security in light of some threats against one of those being honored.
"And what would you have me wear? I did not come to this country with a wardrobe worthy of such grandiose events. I assumed I would remain in the background." Napoleon shook his head.
"You'd be so far in the background you'd miss the entire evening. No, you need a tux. Follow me." And so the two men went shopping in the UNCLE wardrobe department. When finally the Russian emerged, he was decked out in a perfectly fitted tuxedo replete with a ruffled shirt. It suited him, and when a few of the women on the floor caught sight of him a collective sigh went up at the sight of such a romantic image.
Napoleon nodded his approval and thanked Gretchen, the wardrobe mistress. UNCLE was not unlike a theater troupe, complete with props and costumes for every imaginable production.
Illya was pleased, although he was reticent about expressing how good it felt to be dressed in the ultimate in men's formal clothing. Lucky for him it was his favorite color: black.