Groan~ for A little drabble do ya day.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Inspired by a little art imitating life...
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“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.

Comments

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Good writing, ("Will you please stop moving!") and no day with good writing is wasted.

Well done, how you show the mixture of amusement and exasperation Illya often feels.

Hope you feel better sooner than expected. Best wishes!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks, getting better little by little. This was a bit cathartic to write I think.