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@solofide from here.
“And if I had – you’d probably be dead.” Napoleon’s tone was light enough considering the situation, vastly understating the severity of his own injuries in favor of winning a debate with the Russian.
Dead? Illya looked to him as though offended, his muscles taut and jaw set. “I would have handled it,” he snapped fiercely. “I do not need your protection.” And Solo should have known that the KGB's best would find this insulting. Illya wore his scowl like his pride, but Napoleon's wounds festered his guilt nonetheless. "You nearly got yourself killed."
whatever you do, do NOT imagine a modern illya with tattoo sleeves
oh. god.I AM NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION. BYE.
@solofide
" Someone needs to lighten up, " Dean said as he rolled up another ball of paper.
And subsequently flicks it as well.
"Ah -- this seems to have fallen off. Here, let me." Hands took up her wrist, attaching a beautiful watch that certainly was someone else's. Solo couldn't help himself after all. "There. Looks lovelier on you."
“Mr. Petterson!” She chided, a bit more joyful than stern, almost as ifthe man beside her was a small child doing tricks, but didn’t make any move toremove the watch that filled the space between the golden bracelets perfectly. “Youremind me of a certain bird that collects blue objects to attract females.” EVAlet out a shadow of a smile appear, pleased with the man beside him and pickinga flute of champagne before retreating to the shadows of the party. “That’s theBaron.” Between the filthy and drunk audience there was a pudgy-belly old man,already flushing with too many glasses of wine and laughing as if he had theworld on the palm of his hand, besides him another pudgy-belly man was laughingnervously and sweating profusely on a suit that seemed one size too small.
“And his brother the Rocket Scientist. Probably gloating about the lionthey shot down.”
Oh, and you have a new codename. Codename? Yes, rather a good one: U.N.C.L.E.