It is Wednesday after all...

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Here I go, having ideas again... A Little Drabble Do Ya and Impromptu Challenge

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I know it's drabble day, and I have one.  But it's a drabble and so it lacks details, the kind that make for really interesting reading.  I'm wondering about how this drabble would look if it were 'fleshed out', so to speak.  I see more within it that my word limit won't allow me to write.  It can stand alone, and it will because here it is.
But what else do you see? What else would you add to create dimension and expression? I know I have descriptions in my head, but I'll leave it for someone else to describe.  You can add to this version, join in with what someone else adds to it or create your own.
If you're interested just copy and paste, post it as Illya's Question, and tag it Impromptu Challenge.
I'm curious to see how it might go, how many people have an answer to Illya's thoughts.

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Illya sat with his eyes focused on something far away, an image in his mind.
"What are you thinking about partner?"
Napoleon knew he might not get a response, but he'd never quit asking.
Illya straightened up and shot his arms into the air, stretching like a cat waking from a nap.
"I was thinking about all of the places we've been, trying to pick out a favorite."
"Really?" That seemed too simple, Napoleon needed a deeper, more complex reply.
"Where do you think you'd want to be when…' a cloud hovered over the blond's face,
"…if we retire?"

Impromptu challenge: To retire or not to retire, that is the question

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Illya sat with his eyes focused on something far away, an image in his mind.

"What are you thinking about partner?"

Napoleon knew he might not get a response, but he'd never quit asking.

Illya straightened up and shot his arms into the air, stretching like a cat waking from a nap.

"I was thinking about all of the places we've been, trying to pick out a favorite."

"Really?" That seemed too simple, Napoleon needed a deeper, more complex reply.

"Where do you think you'd want to be when…' a cloud hovered over the blond's face, "…if we retire?"

“Here in the office, of course. What about you?”

“No, I’m asking you. Do you want to return to Kiev, for instance?”

“I do not. Not until it’s free, anyway.”

“Someplace in America?”

“Maybe.”

“California, Pennsylvania, Arizona?”

Illya shrugged.

“You are a …a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma, you know that?”

“You have said that many times. It’s an old joke.”

“The old ones are the best. So, where have you been happiest?”

“Happiest?” Illya echoed. “I was quite happy in Paris. I quite liked London. I like New York but it’s a bit noisy to retire in.”

“Ah, so you want peace and quiet. Let’s see… there’s the Yukon, that was pretty quiet – at least it was till you blew things up… and Strago’s little island – oh, no, Mr Waverly blew that one up. You could become a hermit on the Island of Circe.”

“Thanks,” said Illya drily. “That’s where someone tried to get us married off.”

“Wouldn’t you like to settle down with a beautiful woman?”

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You Hit Me! - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Aug 29

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“I’ve just remembered Illya, you hit me earlier!”

“It could not have been too bad if you had forgotten about it.”

“We’ve been busy since then. It doesn’t change the fact that you hit me.”

“It was not deliberate. We were in a brawl and you got in my way.”

“You could have broken my nose.”

“But I did not. Napoleon, you did not even bleed.”

“It still hurt.”

“I apologised immediately.”

“I noticed that, but I don’t think you were sincere.”

“Of course I was.”

“If you were truly sorry, then why were you smiling when you said it?”