A Little Drabble Do Ya...

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How about putting a little Spring in our steps... pun intended.  What sort of drabbling is that?

"While his guitar gently weeps" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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A drabble and a half:

Napoleon stood in the shadows, watching waiting for the target to appear.

Sitting nearby on a chair outside a cantina an old man played away on a guitar; his fingers deftly plucked away at the strings, creating a melody that could lull you to far away places in your mind.

Solo pulled his attention away from the music as the target stepped into view. He stopped in front of the old man, as the music captivated him. He too was a guitarist and admired the hands that were creating such a beautiful music; it was as if the guitar were weeping.

He suddenly realized those were young hands, and panicked as a pair of blue eyes looked up at him from beneath the grey wig.

Turning to run, he encountered Solo.

“Going somewhere?” Napoleon asked.

“I guess not,” the target replied as Kuryakin stood and handcuffed him.

“Great guitar playing.”

“Thanks,” Illya mumbled.

Dinner For Three - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Churro sensed someone coming to the door of Illya's apartment and sat down to wait for the visitor.  He didn't get much company and, being a sociable type, was happy to have someone visiting him.

Of course… that other man.  Churro found him … curious.  Being a cat he could identify the hesitation in his manner, unlike the one he lived with.

Illya got up to open the door for Napoleon, who arrived with a bag full of Chen Li's finest.  Churro, who had developed a keen interest in the paper bag, purred his approval as he waited to be served.

The Stand In - A Little Drabble (and a half)'ll Do Ya! - April 4th

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Rising up from his hiding place behind a filing cabinet, Illya cautiously looked around for his partner. Seeing no sign of him, he was about to make a run for it, when Mark Slate stepped into the room.

“What are you doing, Illya?” he asked. “If you’re practicing concealment, then I’m afraid you’ve failed.”

“Where is Napoleon?” the Russian whispered.

“In the commissary, last I saw. Why?”

“He is attempting to persuade me to make a fourth for a date with the Grogan twins” Illya told him. “Having done so before, I found them both uninteresting.”

“Grogan twins?” Mark mused. “Green eyed brunettes, with prominent . . . assets?”

“Yes.”

Mark smiled. He knew of the twins and, while they weren’t the brightest of girls, they were very good company.

“You can stop hiding, my dear Mr Kuryakin,” he stated. “I am more than willing to stand in for you.”