Sep. 26th, 2018
Sock Drawers - A Little Drabble Do Ya
Sep. 26th, 2018 11:12 am"What's that?"
…sigh…
"What? What's wrong?"
"I found an unpaid bill in my sock drawer."
…laughter…
"Sorry. Um… what was it doing in your sock drawer?"
,,,Icy glare…
"Resting comfortably, apparently."
"Hmmm. Do you keep all of your bills in your sock drawer? I mean, sorry… I had to ask."
"No, I do not keep my bills in the sock drawer. That is why I am …"
"What? What are you Illya? Confused, dazed… unable to pay?"
"Of course not! Oh, sorry… well, it's just that… ' A shy smile, innocent eyes…
"I also found this."
Low whistle from Napoleon…
"I see…"
…sigh…
"What? What's wrong?"
"I found an unpaid bill in my sock drawer."
…laughter…
"Sorry. Um… what was it doing in your sock drawer?"
,,,Icy glare…
"Resting comfortably, apparently."
"Hmmm. Do you keep all of your bills in your sock drawer? I mean, sorry… I had to ask."
"No, I do not keep my bills in the sock drawer. That is why I am …"
"What? What are you Illya? Confused, dazed… unable to pay?"
"Of course not! Oh, sorry… well, it's just that… ' A shy smile, innocent eyes…
"I also found this."
Low whistle from Napoleon…
"I see…"
There’d been too many missions and far too many injuries; of himself and others. There were too many close calls, and more failures than he was comfortable admitting. Above all, there’d been far too many deaths. He didn’t dare think of how many of those had been by his hand. All of them were justifiable, pretty much, but they were becoming too numerous. He wondered how many more he could take before he lost his mind.
“Ready to roll, Tovarisch?” asked Napoleon, breaking into his melancholy thoughts.
“Indeed,” Illya replied, softly. “Let us go and save the world once again.”

“Ready to roll, Tovarisch?” asked Napoleon, breaking into his melancholy thoughts.
“Indeed,” Illya replied, softly. “Let us go and save the world once again.”

