“Her sense of entitlement is only exceeded by her ego.” Illya leaned stiffly against the beauty salon wall, watching the blonde Thrush agent primp and preen.
“She deserves a little credit,” Napoleon countered, shoulders relaxed. “Thrush could have killed her or exiled her to Antarctica for helping us.”
The Russian snorted. “One photograph doesn’t move her ratio of good to bad deeds into angel territory.”
“You’ve just never appreciated her, ah, finer points.”
“So you’re letting her borrow the Pursang?” Illya’s asked guilelessly. “That was her most recent … request.”
“Hell, no!” Napoleon growled, straightening . “She deserves credit, not my boat.”
“Gervaise Ravel’s new boat, gentlemen.” Waverly passed the photograph to the agents, rotating the tabletop. “Grander than a mere ‘boat,’ I’d say.” Solo was clearly awed. “Thrush is paying well,” Illya posited. “Or their entitlements are getting even better.” “Your ratio of naked greed to professional focus is abysmal,” Waverly said. Illya sighed. “Wasn’t Ravel exiled from Thrush?” “This is her new floating salon, Mr. Kuryakin. Where new diabolical plans are being hatched.” “We just don’t move in the right circles,” Solo grumbled. “I can live without that kind of society!” Illya spat, remembering his last, painful encounter with Ravel.
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Not a mess at all. Good job in a rough week.
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You are very kind - thank you.
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“Her sense of entitlement is only exceeded by her ego.” Illya leaned stiffly against the beauty salon wall, watching the blonde Thrush agent primp and preen.
“She deserves a little credit,” Napoleon countered, shoulders relaxed. “Thrush could have killed her or exiled her to Antarctica for helping us.”
The Russian snorted. “One photograph doesn’t move her ratio of good to bad deeds into angel territory.”
“You’ve just never appreciated her, ah, finer points.”
“So you’re letting her borrow the Pursang?” Illya’s asked guilelessly. “That was her most recent … request.”
“Hell, no!” Napoleon growled, straightening . “She deserves credit, not my boat.”
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Hahahaha! Good for you, Napoleon!
I think you knocked this one out of the park
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This is excellent; it really is. They were a tough lot of words this week and you have done a splendid job - all the words blend in perfectly.
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Here’s mine:
“Gervaise Ravel’s new boat, gentlemen.” Waverly passed the photograph to the agents, rotating the tabletop.
“Grander than a mere ‘boat,’ I’d say.” Solo was clearly awed.
“Thrush is paying well,” Illya posited. “Or their entitlements are getting even better.”
“Your ratio of naked greed to professional focus is abysmal,” Waverly said.
Illya sighed. “Wasn’t Ravel exiled from Thrush?”
“This is her new floating salon, Mr. Kuryakin. Where new diabolical plans are being hatched.”
“We just don’t move in the right circles,” Solo grumbled.
“I can live without that kind of society!” Illya spat, remembering his last, painful encounter with Ravel.
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Well done and thanks!
BTW, I gave you a Christmas prompt as thanks for helping me out!
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You are very welcomed. I probably wouldn't have done this if it wasn't for you.
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I swear I read that as 'hobbits'. :)
This is a delightful use of all those words!
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Hahahaha! I like yours better!
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You are most kind, thank you!
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