Migraine - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - March 14th

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

The lights were subdued in the office Napoleon shared with his partner. The Russian in question was laid on the office’s small sofa, wearing fully dark sunglasses. There was an ice pack resting on his forehead and he was rubbing his temples.

“Migraine?” Solo asked.

“Hmm mm.”

“Do you want me to take the secretaries’ security refresher?”

“Hmm.”

As soon as Napoleon left, Illya sat up and smiled. He didn’t have anything against the secretaries, apart from the way they giggled around him, he simply had other plans. The door opened, and Roberta from accounts entered.

“Ready for lunch, Illya?”

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Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Ah-ha! Very nice twist. Clever Russian. :D

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Thank you :-)
He could've just asked, but then Napoleon would have grilled him on it.

[fiorenza-a.livejournal.com]

Cheeky :0)

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Needs must :-D

[lilidelafield.livejournal.com]

Hehehe I love it! I really needed that giggle. Thank you!

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Thank you :-)
I'm glad it gave you a much needed giggle.