“Oh, it’s snowing.” April Dancer was clinging to her partner as the snowflakes drifted down like a sprinkling of confectioners sugar.
“It’s very pretty, luv. Too bad you’ll miss ski season this year.” Mark took in the cast on April’s left leg, the result of a nasty fall during their last mission.
“Hmmm… I wonder …”
“Wonder what?” Illya came upon his colleagues as they stood outside of Del Floria’s.
“Oh… Hi Illya. I was just wondering if a person could ski with a cast on her leg.”
“I suppose you could try.”
“Maybe I will.”
Mark groaned his disapproval.
“It’s very pretty, luv. Too bad you’ll miss ski season this year.” Mark took in the cast on April’s left leg, the result of a nasty fall during their last mission.
“Hmmm… I wonder …”
“Wonder what?” Illya came upon his colleagues as they stood outside of Del Floria’s.
“Oh… Hi Illya. I was just wondering if a person could ski with a cast on her leg.”
“I suppose you could try.”
“Maybe I will.”
Mark groaned his disapproval.
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Date: 2013-12-05 05:14 am (UTC)Poor Mark! But what a good April ficlet, and Illya aiding and abetting in a very satisfactory (to the reader) way.
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Date: 2013-12-05 03:33 pm (UTC)