"Snapshots"~ Clothing Allowance

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“Awwww, not again,” Napoleon Solo groused as he ran his index finger through a bullet hole in the shoulder of his suit jacket while he and his partner rode in the elevator of their hotel.

“Better your jacket and not you my friend,” his Russian partner quipped.

“You haven’t seen my clothing allowance for the month, I’m so over it isn’t funny. Waverly is going to have a field day with me after accounting chews his ear off.

“I have said it before; if you wore less costly clothing when in the field, your expense report would no longer be the bane of your existence.”

“Hey if I’m going to potentially leave this world chum, I’m going to do so as a well dressed man.  I was taught to keep myself looking good…part of the Solo family tradition, and besides my Aunt Amy would...well she wouldn’t like it.”

“What she does not know will not hurt her,”Illya offered.

“Well I know my friend, but somehow I think she would know too. She has an amazing instinct when it comes to me.”

“Ding.”  The bell rang and the elevator doors opened to their floor.

Napoleon unlocked to the door to their room, heading straight for the closet to get a change of clothing, this time he selected a charcoal grey suit. He had at least four others hanging there, just in case.

Illya stood in front of a full length mirror, simply dusting off his jacket with a clothing brush, thinking he looked just fine.  He glanced back over his shoulder, seeing Napoleon reflected in the mirror as he changed to a different suit, a navy blue one this time.

Shaking his head; Kuryakin felt that placing such importance on the quality of one’s clothes seemed so preposterous. A piece of equipment, a rope, explosives….now those were important….well, clothing was too, but only it needed to be appropriate for operating in the field.  A suit was a suit and nothing more in the frugal Russian eyes. Granted, he had gone through his fair share of clothing, perhaps more than Napoleon, when he thought back on it.

There had been an method to his madness of wearing black most of the time, as the majority of his suits were interchangeable, all his black jackets and pants could be mixed and matched, and when needing replacement, they were not expensive.  He owned a better grey suit, one that his partner had talked him into, and several sports jackets...burgundy and blue, all of which could be matched with his black pants.

Accounting was never on his back for going over his clothing allotment; though come to think of it, cars were another thing...

Comments

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

He he he... At least Illya can always manage to get explanation about cars...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Dollar for dollar, I think he's got Napoleon beat when you think about it. A position I don't think he'd like to be in. Thanks for commenting!

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Nice last line.

I like Napoleon's idea Aunt Amy would know; and Illya's about the usefulness of black.

Thanks for sharing this moment.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed the story and thanks as always for commenting! Purrrrr...

[insaneladybug.livejournal.com]

Ha! This is too cute. (And a lovely picture of Napoleon at the top there.) The interaction is perfect. I love their contrasting opinions on the importance of clothes. And Illya's realization at the end about his cars. LOL.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it and I thank you for taking the time to read and to comment! Very much appreciated.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

The Russian's methodology might be the key to his success as a designer :D I'm just sayin'...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Ahhhh, a method to your madness too, perhaps. (chuckle) Thanks for the comment! "D