Dressing

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Napoleon watched his partner dress.  Although they both had only the clothes they escaped in, he had hung his up while Illya had thrown his on the chair.

Slipping on his wrinkled pant and shirt, Illya sat to pull on his socks and shoes.

Napoleon shook his head getting the Russian’s attention.  “What?”

“Didn’t you ever hear of style and neatness?”

“I was shot at after being pushed into a mud puddle, this is as fashionable as I get.”

To accent his statement, he raked his fingers through his hair.  “I am ready.” He said smirking further exasperating his partner.

Comments

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Excellent drabble.

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Thanks I do think that how he looks normally isn't important to him.

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

Is always so gorgeous...
Great drabble!

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Thanks, and yes Napoleon is, and the messy look is Illya's speciality

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

(http://s1239.beta.photobucket.com/user/svetlanacat6/media/kitty/ilna_zpse143d9a5-1_zps585109ff.jpg.html)

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Oh my God, wish I would have had this pic for the story. Thanks for sharing, I laughed so hard

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

Add it! When I read the drabble, I saw this pic...

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

If you don't mind, I am working on a story where this would just be perfect toward the end.

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can't wait to read it!