The Wednesday Report Affair

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

So, 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...”

Comments

[spotsycool.livejournal.com]

Lovely drabble.
"He looks so worried....No use, partner mine." Loved that bit. :)

Also, loved how you slipped in a mention of Aunt Amy. :)

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

That's because I found many "Poor-puppy-face" Napoleons... But It wouldn't fool Illya!
Thank you!