#v; code name uncle

[unclesolo]

@kuuryakin

“--no.”

[unclesolo]

@kuuryakin | x

Confessions over bottles upon bottles of alcohol was an ill-advised activity for a pair of international spies, but there they were: playing the confession game as they stacked up the bottles. Napoleon was far from put out when Illya mentioned the heels. Rather, there was a barely-suppressed gleam of amusement.

He staggered up to his feet without warning, wandering unevenly over to his suitcase without explanation. Opening it up and then the secret compartment underneath his shaving kit, he gave a shout of triumph and dangled out a pair of red stilettos in the air.

“That’s my confession,” he declared, tossing them at Illya’s general direction as he made his way back over to their bottles. “I enjoy wearing heels sometimes. Hurt like hell, but they look good.”