The Wednesday Report Affair
Feb. 29th, 2012 03:05 pmSo, Wednesday's the day?
“Where's my pen?” He's rummaging in a drawer. He doesn't fool me.
Every single time, he tries: ribbons for typewriters, exhaustion, writer cramp...
“Did you take it, Illya?” He looks so worried. I shake my head, immersing myself back in my Physics magazine.
No use, partner mine.
Every single time, he fails. In the beginning, he achieved his ends but now...
Surreptitiously he bends towards me.
“Damned, Illya! Aunt Amy gave me this pen last Christmas and...”
“Amy's a wise lady, Napoleon.” I hold out a bunch of pens to him. “She knows you...
You should hurry. Mr. Waverly's waiting...”
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Date: 2012-02-29 05:40 pm (UTC)Your icon is beautiful!
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Date: 2012-02-29 06:58 pm (UTC)And I'm sure