"A Snowy Day"~ for A Little Drabble do Ya

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

“Good God, is it ever going to stop snowing?” Napoleon Solo peeked out one of the narrow windows in the conference room, acting in Waverly’s stead.

It was a rare occasion the Old Man was not at headquarters, having been snowed in at his Connecticut home along with his body guards.

Kuryakin snickered. “Snow? You call this snow? Back home in Soviet Union we call this a Spring day.”

Solo clicked his tongue. “You know Illya, I could send you on assignment to the steamy tropics, and we know how much you love that?”

Kuryakin bit his tongue, for once.

                        

Comments

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

Short and sweet! Same thing may be said for the blond. ;D

I really like that you're posting photos with your stories.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Photos...yeah. That's the number one thing I like about Live Journal. Thanks for the comment!

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Now that's an evil threat :-)

Great Drabble.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

In my tics Illya is always touting the weather in the USSR (among other things) so I have Napoleon getting tired of hearing once in a while....just like IK gets tired of Napoleon bragging about how "he's got 'it.' lol

thanks for commenting. Couldn't help the weather here for the inspiration.