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section7mfu2019-10-22 08:27 pm
Tryst - 7 Deadly Sins: Greed
“What are you doing?”
“Why do you ask?”
The standoff between Solo and Kuryakin had been going on for a few days. It seemed, to those attempting to observe the pair, that the issue at the center of their disagreement was a young woman named Christina.
“I asked her out first.” Napoleon was smug, he felt as though he had a right to date the pretty redhead. He was smitten.
“You have squeezed her in, between Saundra and Beverly. You’re greedy Napoleon. You think you deserve every woman, not just Christina. You have an inflated sense of entitlement concerning the females here, everywhere.
Illya fairly spat out that last. In truth, he had taken his time before approaching Christina, hoping to take her to dinner and a movie; a simple date with a pretty girl.
Napoleon was shocked at the outburst. He hadn’t considered that Illya might have a serious interest in the girl. He had barged in on the two of them and without warning asked Christina out before Illya could manage his own invitation. She had accepted, not suspecting the Russian of having any interest in her.
“I’m sorry… you called me greedy. You think I’m… am I really greedy? About women?” It was a strange way to describe his romantic excesses, but Illya rarely used language he didn’t intend to use.
The blond head ducked, Illya was avoiding eye contact with Solo. He regretted being so emotional, it was childish. Christina obviously welcomed Napoleon’s attention, although he still meant what he said.
“Yes Napoleon, I think you are greedy where women are concerned, insisting on more than you actually need, as though compelled to collect them like …’ Illya stopped. He had gone too far with this. It was unimportant to continue, he valued his friendship with Napoleon more than a date with a woman he barely knew.
“I apologize for saying that. You… ‘ Now he looked directly at his friend, a twinkle in the blue eyes.
“You my friend are a serial romantic. It seems that you are compelled to have every beautiful woman you meet, as though to let one slip past you would compromise your …”
“Manhood? My virility? C’mon Illya, you know me better than that. I just, you know…”
“You just love women. Yes Napoleon, I know that. Perhaps you cannot help wanting too many.” The tension seemed to drain from the room with that.
“Greedy, huh? Maybe I am, maybe I just want what I want. Hungry?” Illya laughed out loud.
“For…? “
“Very funny. I was thinking Luigi’s.”
“Ahh… yes, Luigi’s is good.”
“Greedy… sheesh Illya. Really, greedy?”
Illya just laughed again, then joined Napoleon in doing a double take when they met Christina on the arm of Mark Slate, both of them seemingly engrossed in some interesting anecdote being told by the British agent.
“I think it’s Christina who’s greedy!”
“I think you may be correct my friend.”
“Luigi’s?”
“Lead the way.”
Christina was no longer an impediment to their relationship.
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So right, serial romantic.
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