"Mister Stinky" for A little drabble do ya!

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(A triple drabble)

“Why must I always masquerade as the street bum.” Illya whispered into his  communicator.

“Because you stink better than I do?” Napoleon snickered.

“I asked you a legitimate question and you joke.”

“Well at one time it was true, you being stinky that is.”

“How so?” Illya took the bait.

“When you were first with UNCLE, I heard you didn’t use deodorant.”

“Who told you that?"

“Some of the ladies in the London office...”

That is ridiculous! We were taught basic hygiene even in the backward country of Russia, “ he protested sarcastically. “I used Rexona antiperspirant, known world wide. At home, commercial products were hard to come by, natural substitutes were used, baking soda or beeswax mixed with essence of flowers or fruit.”

“Illya, antiperspirant is not deodorant...”

“Oh,” he said, realizing his partner was correct.  “Well...I use deodorant now, and I repeat my question, why must I play the bum?”

“What can I say, you play the part so well,” Solo chuckled. “You have a talent for these sort of things, as you do with languages.

“That is a backhanded compliment if I ever heard one. Thank you, I think.”

“You’re welcome...Stinky.”

Again?” Illya moaned at his partner’s laughter. "Enough joking at my expense, next time this gig is yours.  I think you will make an exceptional bum, or better still a drunkard. You can use one of your many damaged suits to look the part of a fool on a bender. I think that will do quite nicely for you.”

“Not funny.” Napoleon groused.

“Yes, different when the shoe is on the left foot now is it not?”

“That’s other foot Illya.”

The right foot?

“When will you get these things? You’ve lived in New York, how long now?"

It was Solo’s turn to hear Kuryakin snicker...

Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

One day Napoleon might remember that Illya knows more than he lets on :-)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

I think you're right!