Expectations- A Little Drabble Do Ya
Oct. 16th, 2013 09:57 am“Did you read my report, Illya?” Napoleon felt a surge of pride as he reflected on the work he had done this time; for once in his life he had wanted to write a report on a mission.
Illya nodded absently, his glasses making eye contact difficult from behind the dark lenses.
“I did. Thank you for doing it.”
The fledgling writer was slightly deflated by that response. He had expected something a bit more… enthusiastic.
“Is that all?”
Illya looked up, removing the glasses to better examine his partner.
“What is wrong Napoleon?”
“Nothing. I just thought…”
Crazy American.
Illya nodded absently, his glasses making eye contact difficult from behind the dark lenses.
“I did. Thank you for doing it.”
The fledgling writer was slightly deflated by that response. He had expected something a bit more… enthusiastic.
“Is that all?”
Illya looked up, removing the glasses to better examine his partner.
“What is wrong Napoleon?”
“Nothing. I just thought…”
Crazy American.
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Date: 2013-10-16 03:14 pm (UTC)Well done!
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