http://mrua7.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
mrua7.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
section7mfu2012-05-02 02:23 pm
mrua7.livejournal.com) wrote in section7mfu2012-05-02 02:23 pm
Entry tags:
Groan~ for A little drabble do ya day.
Inspired by a little art imitating life...
_______________________________
_______________________________
“Will you please stop moving!” Illya barked at his partner.
I’m not moving, it’s all in your head, Napoleon replied calmly.
Illya reached out grabbing the wall steadying himself. “It feels like my brain is caught in the middle of a game of table tennis.”
“It’s vertigo, sit and let it subside.”
Illya turned his back to the wall, letting himself slide down it to the floor with a groan.
“You’re not going to get sick are you? I have new shoes.”
If looks could kill, the one that Illya flashed was deadly, yet he smirked at his partners vanity.
I’m not moving, it’s all in your head, Napoleon replied calmly.
Illya reached out grabbing the wall steadying himself. “It feels like my brain is caught in the middle of a game of table tennis.”
“It’s vertigo, sit and let it subside.”
Illya turned his back to the wall, letting himself slide down it to the floor with a groan.
“You’re not going to get sick are you? I have new shoes.”
If looks could kill, the one that Illya flashed was deadly, yet he smirked at his partners vanity.
no subject