A Little Drabble Do Ya: First Warm Day

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Napoleon took off his jacket and swung it jauntily over his shoulder. “I love this weather! Sunny, eighty – four…”

“Humid, hot,” Illya grumbled, “I do not like it.”

“Partner Mine, you’ve been living in New York for a while; you should be acclimated to this weather by now. This is the best season.”

“The best season is winter; the air is fresh and clean and smells good.”

The brunet winced. “I have never like cold weather.”

“Partner Mine,” Illya mimicked, “you have been living here a long time; you should be acclimated by now.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t become you, Illya Kuryakin.”