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Reposted from Last Year
Well tovarisch what did you think of St. Nick’s day,” Napoleon asked looking at Illya’s desk covered in candy.
“It is an interesting holiday, all these small tokens of friendship.”
“Women know the way to your heart is through your sweet tooth.”
“I am happy to allow you to take care of the women.”
Napoleon chuckled, “But are they willing to allow that?”
Ignoring the question, Illya offered him a small wrapped package.
Inside it were Napoleon’s favorite chocolates. He looked questionably at him, “What’s this for?”
“For being my best friend and partner. Happy St. Nick’s Day,” Illya said grinning.
Well tovarisch what did you think of St. Nick’s day,” Napoleon asked looking at Illya’s desk covered in candy.
“It is an interesting holiday, all these small tokens of friendship.”
“Women know the way to your heart is through your sweet tooth.”
“I am happy to allow you to take care of the women.”
Napoleon chuckled, “But are they willing to allow that?”
Ignoring the question, Illya offered him a small wrapped package.
Inside it were Napoleon’s favorite chocolates. He looked questionably at him, “What’s this for?”
“For being my best friend and partner. Happy St. Nick’s Day,” Illya said grinning.
