I miss our drabbles...

[glenmered]

I'm wondering if anyone would like to write a drabble today... or any day.  
A Little Drabble Do Ya has been a regular part of Section VII since we opened our virtual doors ten years ago.  
I apologize for not being present very often, there's a lot going on here in the real world these days.  But we're still here, we still are very fond of our agents, and we're buzzing around over on Facebook 
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And for good measure, I give you a drabble.

Illya stared out the window as the train he and Napoleon were on sped through the French countryside.  It was a rare moment of relaxation, with no one chasing or shooting at them.

 

“Napoleon, what would life be like if we weren’t UNCLE agents? I’ve not any time in my life when I haven’t been, umm… employed, as it were.”

 

Napoleon thought about it, his days in Korea and before that college.  He was recruited as soon as his feet hit American soil back in those post-war days.

 

“I’m not sure, but I’d be willing to look into it.”

 

“Da.”

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[dancingpony]

I have a “file” with several dozen drabbles on AO3, but here’s a new one just for you:



“Just because I don’t respond to every woman who shows an interest in me —”


“For the record, partner,” Napoleon interrupted, trying not to sound sour, “you don’t respond to 99 percent of the women who show an interest in you.” And considering the number of women who seemed captivated by shaggy blond hair, intense blue eyes, and lithe but muscular builds, that added up to a lot of rejected women.


“When the penalty for being distracted from one’s work is being placed against a wall and shot, one learns to not be distracted.”


Napoleon blinked. There was no arguing that.