I know it's drabble day, and I have one. But it's a drabble and so it lacks details, the kind that make for really interesting reading. I'm wondering about how this drabble would look if it were 'fleshed out', so to speak. I see more within it that my word limit won't allow me to write. It can stand alone, and it will because here it is.
But what else do you see? What else would you add to create dimension and expression? I know I have descriptions in my head, but I'll leave it for someone else to describe. You can add to this version, join in with what someone else adds to it or create your own.
If you're interested just copy and paste, post it as Illya's Question, and tag it Impromptu Challenge.
I'm curious to see how it might go, how many people have an answer to Illya's thoughts.
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Illya sat with his eyes focused on something far away, an image in his mind.
"What are you thinking about partner?"
Napoleon knew he might not get a response, but he'd never quit asking.
Illya straightened up and shot his arms into the air, stretching like a cat waking from a nap.
"I was thinking about all of the places we've been, trying to pick out a favorite."
"Really?" That seemed too simple, Napoleon needed a deeper, more complex reply.
"Where do you think you'd want to be when…' a cloud hovered over the blond's face,
"…if we retire?"

But what else do you see? What else would you add to create dimension and expression? I know I have descriptions in my head, but I'll leave it for someone else to describe. You can add to this version, join in with what someone else adds to it or create your own.
If you're interested just copy and paste, post it as Illya's Question, and tag it Impromptu Challenge.
I'm curious to see how it might go, how many people have an answer to Illya's thoughts.
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Illya sat with his eyes focused on something far away, an image in his mind.
"What are you thinking about partner?"
Napoleon knew he might not get a response, but he'd never quit asking.
Illya straightened up and shot his arms into the air, stretching like a cat waking from a nap.
"I was thinking about all of the places we've been, trying to pick out a favorite."
"Really?" That seemed too simple, Napoleon needed a deeper, more complex reply.
"Where do you think you'd want to be when…' a cloud hovered over the blond's face,
"…if we retire?"
