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1. Go to page 7 of your most recent WiP
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Yes, I am finally trying to finish off the 1930's UNCLE AU in which Illya is a spy and Napoleon a professional dancing partner (and apparently both of them are horndogs, in case you were wondering!)... just broke 9,000 words! ;)
"It could be worse," Illya said, putting the tray down on a small table beside the couch then helping himself to a slice of toast. "Depending on who was following you last night."
"You know, I never had this kind of trouble till I met you and Slate," Solo pointed out, sitting down on the couch once more. He helped himself to some tea, then pulled a face. "You could strip paint with that," he said, putting the cup down.
"Sorry, force of habit." Illya hadn't taken his guest's palate into account when he made the tea - he always made it strong for himself, the way his babushka had made it in the mornings, forgetting that not everyone had Russian tastes. "It looks as though someone thinks you know something, Mr Solo."
siluria:1. Go to page 7 of your most recent WiP
2. Count seven lines down
3. Copy and paste the next seven lines of text
Yes, I am finally trying to finish off the 1930's UNCLE AU in which Illya is a spy and Napoleon a professional dancing partner (and apparently both of them are horndogs, in case you were wondering!)... just broke 9,000 words! ;)
"It could be worse," Illya said, putting the tray down on a small table beside the couch then helping himself to a slice of toast. "Depending on who was following you last night."
"You know, I never had this kind of trouble till I met you and Slate," Solo pointed out, sitting down on the couch once more. He helped himself to some tea, then pulled a face. "You could strip paint with that," he said, putting the cup down.
"Sorry, force of habit." Illya hadn't taken his guest's palate into account when he made the tea - he always made it strong for himself, the way his babushka had made it in the mornings, forgetting that not everyone had Russian tastes. "It looks as though someone thinks you know something, Mr Solo."
