section7mfu | Nearly There - A Little Drabble Do Ya!

For some reason, this quite sombre drabble was all I could come up with.

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Another year was reaching its end, but Napoleon wasn’t willing to celebrate just yet. That wouldn’t happen until midnight on New Year’s Eve. He always started each year wondering if this would be his final one, and wouldn’t claim to have made it until it was completely finished. It was a sombre thought, but an understandable, as he’d almost lost his life on five occasions in the previous twelve months.

“Ready?” Illya asked, as he entered their shared office.

Napoleon nodded and grabbed his bag. Hopefully, they would survive the mission and make it to the end of the year.