"Ouch!" For a Little Drabble do Ya!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Napoleon moaned. Picking himself up from the ground; he did so gingerly, mind you.

“You all right mate?” Mark Slate asked.

“Bruised but nothing’s broken. I must have hit a bit of ice.”

“Ice? Are you daft Napoleon? It’s 90˚ and sweltering.”

Solo checked his noggin, feeling a sizeable lump on the top of his head.

“How’d I hit myself there,” he winced.

“Napoleon, you were in an accident; we’re taking you back to headquarters to be checked.”

“Oh? I don’t remember that Illya.”

“It’s Mark, Napoleon.”

“Oh hi, what are you doing here?”

“Taking you to...oh never mind mate.”

Comments

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Well done, this bit of dialogue. (I hope a good sleep put everything right again.)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Not quite sure where this one came from but glad you liked it.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Perfectly confusing ;)