Merry Christmas, Duche55! A Double Drabble for You!
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Illya and Napoleon howled with laughter much to Alynwa’s chagrin. “This is why We don’t speak to you,” she said. “You have a lot of nerve laughing!”
“It’s not Illya’s and my fault that you thought Duche55’s gift was to be given on Christmas Day!”
“Nope, but you’re going to help me fix it.”
“Wait. What?!”
Tapping on Duche55’s laptop screen…
“Napoleon and Illya?”
“Duche55? Alynwa sent us to personally wish you a Merry Christmas.”
Napoleon added, “She apologizes profusely for being late. Ow! Okay, not profusely. Anyway, we have to go; I feel her pulling us back.”
“Good job, guys! I hope that pleases her.”
“If not, you will just make her like it by writing it so,” snarked Illya.
“That only works on you. She’s in charge of her feelings. I appreciate you going over there for me. You deserved Cancun!” *
“We didn’t deserve that bridal party,” Napoleon groused.
“Keep complaining and you’ll see them again.”
Illya jabbed his partner in the side. “He does not mean to; we have not eaten today.”
“I always liked you best, Illya. Just for that, go to Napoleon’s and enjoy the Christmas dinner I’ve placed there for you.”
“Thank you, Alynwa!”
*refers to my tale, “Once in Cancun”
Illya and Napoleon howled with laughter much to Alynwa’s chagrin. “This is why We don’t speak to you,” she said. “You have a lot of nerve laughing!”
“It’s not Illya’s and my fault that you thought Duche55’s gift was to be given on Christmas Day!”
“Nope, but you’re going to help me fix it.”
“Wait. What?!”
Tapping on Duche55’s laptop screen…
“Napoleon and Illya?”
“Duche55? Alynwa sent us to personally wish you a Merry Christmas.”
Napoleon added, “She apologizes profusely for being late. Ow! Okay, not profusely. Anyway, we have to go; I feel her pulling us back.”
“Good job, guys! I hope that pleases her.”
“If not, you will just make her like it by writing it so,” snarked Illya.
“That only works on you. She’s in charge of her feelings. I appreciate you going over there for me. You deserved Cancun!” *
“We didn’t deserve that bridal party,” Napoleon groused.
“Keep complaining and you’ll see them again.”
Illya jabbed his partner in the side. “He does not mean to; we have not eaten today.”
“I always liked you best, Illya. Just for that, go to Napoleon’s and enjoy the Christmas dinner I’ve placed there for you.”
“Thank you, Alynwa!”
*refers to my tale, “Once in Cancun”