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A Little Drabble Do Ya! 6-07-17
Napoleon raised an eyebrow at the returning Illya. He had been on a carrier mission and returned disheveled Hair flying, clothes muddy and torn.
“Are you okay?”
“Easy job! You will get out of the lab for a while, you said!” Illya spat out.
“It was on a children’s playground. I thought even you would be safe there.”
“Just a playground,” the Russian gritted his teeth. “You forgot to mention it would be their lunch hour.”
“And?”.
“After receiving the drop, a girl scream that I was some English singer. A pack of girls mobbed me. Backing up to get away, I tripped on a hole, fell in the mud, and tore my pants.”
Napoleon was struggling not to burst out laughing, but a murdering glare from Illya had him swallowing it.
Smiling Napoleon said, “It was only mud. You have the packet, correct?”
Illya threw the mud-covered package on the desk, spattering Napoleon with flying muck.
“Hey, now I’m filthy.” Napoleon pouted.
“Well, it is only mud. I need a shower and clothing change.” Rolling his eyes, Illya smirked turning toward the door.
“This is war. You realize that Kuryakin don’t you?” Napoleon threatened to a closing door.
“Are you okay?”
“Easy job! You will get out of the lab for a while, you said!” Illya spat out.
“It was on a children’s playground. I thought even you would be safe there.”
“Just a playground,” the Russian gritted his teeth. “You forgot to mention it would be their lunch hour.”
“And?”.
“After receiving the drop, a girl scream that I was some English singer. A pack of girls mobbed me. Backing up to get away, I tripped on a hole, fell in the mud, and tore my pants.”
Napoleon was struggling not to burst out laughing, but a murdering glare from Illya had him swallowing it.
Smiling Napoleon said, “It was only mud. You have the packet, correct?”
Illya threw the mud-covered package on the desk, spattering Napoleon with flying muck.
“Hey, now I’m filthy.” Napoleon pouted.
“Well, it is only mud. I need a shower and clothing change.” Rolling his eyes, Illya smirked turning toward the door.
“This is war. You realize that Kuryakin don’t you?” Napoleon threatened to a closing door.
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