Old Things - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

The atmosphere was suffocating with the smell of old things.  Napoleon didn’t like old things, his tastes ran to new and preferably custom.  Like the suit he was wearing today, and most probably sending in for mending as soon as they returned to New York.

They.  He hoped it would still be they.  Right now he wasn’t sure where his partner was, but somewhere in this broken down building was a blond Russian whom Napoleon had tracked here after receiving a distress signal.

That last signal had been days ago, and this place was eerily quiet; something else Napoleon disliked.

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More Old Things...

Photo from Lisa's

Comments

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

No, no, no... You can't do this again! This is just a beginning!

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Maybe...

[spotsycool.livejournal.com]

Hear, hear!

[spotsycool.livejournal.com]

Nice. :)

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thanks:D

[avery11.livejournal.com]

I'll second Svet's call for more, please.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

The temptation is great, I admit it. Engaging right side of brain ;)

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Hope this is just the beginning of something good?????

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I may have to do it, since the requests for more are so sincere sounding :D

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Sounds like it could be very good.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Let me chime in: Great Start! More, please.

[eilidhsd.livejournal.com]

And me. Please, please, please, may we have a lot more of it.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I'm slowly being persuaded.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

You did a fabulous job at setting the mood. I agree, more please?

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Can you hear the sigh of resignation?