This is a response to all the activity in the
mfu_scrapbook lately. Apologies to all the Napoleon girls.
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Storming into his office, Illya slammed a pile of photographs down on Napoleon’s desk. Every single one of them was of Illya himself, and each had a suggestive comment written on the back. Some of the comments had even caused the worldly Russian to blush.
“I have just confiscated these from the secretarial pool,” he snapped. “What is it about me they find so attractive?”
“No idea,” Solo replied, as jealousy flickered across his handsome face.
He shuffled through the pile of images, which showed Illya in a variety of situations and moods, and frowned.
“Are there none of me?"
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Storming into his office, Illya slammed a pile of photographs down on Napoleon’s desk. Every single one of them was of Illya himself, and each had a suggestive comment written on the back. Some of the comments had even caused the worldly Russian to blush.
“I have just confiscated these from the secretarial pool,” he snapped. “What is it about me they find so attractive?”
“No idea,” Solo replied, as jealousy flickered across his handsome face.
He shuffled through the pile of images, which showed Illya in a variety of situations and moods, and frowned.
“Are there none of me?"
.
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