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“It’s Halloween again,” Napoleon sighed. “April’s party is tonight and I’m dressing like you tovarisch... black suit, turtle neck, that little black cat burglar mask you wear ad nauseum.”
“Twins then,” Illya flicked a paperclip into his ashtray. “As I am dressing the same.”
“On second thought if I look like you, the ladies might forget it’s me. Better stick to my standby, L'Empereur Napoléon.”
“Do as you please,” Kuryakin waved, walking out the door.
That night Solo knocked on April’s door, straightening his waistcoat and red sash.
The door opened slowly, answered by another Bonaparte?
"Bonjour Napoleon,” Illya smiled...
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Date: 2014-10-29 03:38 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting!