A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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The Claus Affair - Christmas Round Robin

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I want to thank all of the writers who have signed up thus far. You can still sign on for this Affair.
Here is the list as of today:
ssclassof56
alynwa
leethet

selyndaep
glennagirl
   sidhe_uaine42

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Drabble: You Really Eat That?

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Napoleon let himself into Illya's apartment.  He smelled coffee and something ... unique.  In the kitchen he discovered several crumpets smeared with a brown paste.  As he got closer, the coffee aroma was rudely overcome by notes of flowers, chicken, leather, and "Mr. Waverly?"

"What about Mr. Waverly?" Illya asked, joining him.

"Ah, this stuff smells like the Old Man."

Illya chuckled.  "I suppose it does.  Help yourself."

"What is it?"

"Marmite.  It's concentrated brewer's yeast."

Napoleon took a bite and immediately spit it out in the sink.  "You actually eat this stuff?"

"Of course!  It's delicious."

"I'd rather eat termites."

Inspired by a discussion and sampling of Marmite on a local morning talk show.

A Little Drabble Do Ya: That Time of Year Again

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You and who?

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Once upon a time affair :

"The choice is yours, Solo,” stated the agent's latest captor. "Either you kill your partner quickly, or I kill him slowly. I'll give you both five minutes to talk it over."

Captured, the two agents argue but can't decide ...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16865854

Illya looking down from a tower

Disturbing Sounds - A Little (Double) Drabble Do Ya! - Dec 5

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Returning to their beach cabin base, after a search for food, Illya was alarmed to hear some disturbing noises coming from the bedroom. The sound was Napoleon grunting and panting, and it was clear that he was engaged in some sort of intense physical activity.

The room was separated from the main living area by a beaded curtain so, although Illya couldn’t see what Napoleon was doing, the sounds told him enough. The big question was, where had Napoleon found a woman in the fifteen minutes Illya had been out? He suddenly became annoyed that his partner thought so little of him as to bring a woman to the cabin without telling him.

The Russian had no real wish to catch his partner ‘sowing his wild oats’, but a sort of morbid curiosity propelled him onward. For one, thing he wanted to know who the woman was. Cautiously pulling aside the beads of the curtain, Illya peered in, and then breathed a huge sigh of relief.

“You are out of condition,” he stated, as Napoleon pulled himself up in another sit-up.

“Nonsense,” Solo gasped, coming to a stop. He would never admit it, but he knew Illya had a point.

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