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Mar. 14th, 2018
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mrua7.livejournal.com“Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick…”
“How is it going?”
“Fine, if you would just stop interrupting me to ask that question. Patience is a virtue.”
“And good things come to those who wait, yes I know.”
“Wow, you’re getting better at these sayings tovarish. If I didn’t know better I’d say you’ve been studying your American idioms.
“Tsk. How is it going?”
“Tsk. Almost finished Illya, then we can both breathe a sigh of relief.”
“Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick…Ding!”
“Napoleon? Napoleon!”
“Illya it’s…” the line went dead.
Kuryakin rushed upstairs, meeting his smiling partner at the door.
“Come on in tovarisch, your borscht is served.”
“Spasibo,”Illya grinned.
jantojones.livejournal.comThe lights were subdued in the office Napoleon shared with his partner. The Russian in question was laid on the office’s small sofa, wearing fully dark sunglasses. There was an ice pack resting on his forehead and he was rubbing his temples.
“Migraine?” Solo asked.
“Hmm mm.”
“Do you want me to take the secretaries’ security refresher?”
“Hmm.”
As soon as Napoleon left, Illya sat up and smiled. He didn’t have anything against the secretaries, apart from the way they giggled around him, he simply had other plans. The door opened, and Roberta from accounts entered.
“Ready for lunch, Illya?”
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“Migraine?” Solo asked.
“Hmm mm.”
“Do you want me to take the secretaries’ security refresher?”
“Hmm.”
As soon as Napoleon left, Illya sat up and smiled. He didn’t have anything against the secretaries, apart from the way they giggled around him, he simply had other plans. The door opened, and Roberta from accounts entered.
“Ready for lunch, Illya?”
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