Heatwave

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

“This heat is ridiculous!  I’m sweltering and my pants crease is ruined!”

“Napoleon,” Illya huffed in exasperation, “you are never satisfied.  You complained about the cold in Alaska and now you complain about the heat in NY!”

“Hazy, hot and humid is a normal NY summer; hazy, hot, humid and a hundred is not.  Thank God HQ and my apartment are air conditioned.”

“That reminds me: What is for dinner?”

“What?”

“I will be staying with you during this heatwave.  My place is not air conditioned, remember.”

Napoleon sighed, “Be glad I like you.  Of course you may stay”

“Thanks.”

Comments

[avery11.livejournal.com]

"My pants crease is ruined." OMG, I just snorted my coffee out my nose! Too funny.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Hope it wasn't hot! Thanks.

[illyushadarling.livejournal.com]

I love that Illya just invites himself over. Pragmatist that he is, no point in complaining about the heat, but every reason in the world to take action to deal with it in the most efficient manner. And if he can get Napoleon to feed him in the bargain... well, I did say 'most efficient manner', right? ;-)

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

And there is nothing more efficient than just bunking in with his partner and getting him to feed him! Thanks for reading and commenting.

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Seems Napoleon can't find the happy medium with the weather. And love Illya's acceptance of things that can't be changed.

"What's for dinner?" comment was precious

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

No, Napoleon just can't seem to get comfortable. Thanks for reading and commenting.