Illya Kuryakin was well aware of the exigency of his situation. He knew that he would be unable to return to work unless he solved the crisis in some manner. He knew what the easiest solution would be, but he was unable to bring himself to submit to such a drastic approach. There must be another way to resolve this situation. He could feel a headache coming on, no doubt caused by the stress of the situation.
Napoleon sighed in exasperation as he watched his partner pace back and forth on the sidewalk. "Come on IK, it can't be that bad. Just get on with it and Mr. Waverly will be satisfied."
Illya stared at the door of the barber shop with loathing. "Alright, I'll do it...but just a trim."
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Date: 2020-02-21 06:34 pm (UTC)Napoleon sighed in exasperation as he watched his partner pace back and forth on the sidewalk. "Come on IK, it can't be that bad. Just get on with it and Mr. Waverly will be satisfied."
Illya stared at the door of the barber shop with loathing. "Alright, I'll do it...but just a trim."