Illya's eyes didn't look much better, mostly all black with a light blue ring around them. He averted his gaze the moment he noticed Napoleon looking so...edible, if he was allowed to think that.
He really didn't want to, because those were troublesome thoughts, ideas that could get them both killed. He felt his hands start to shake and clenched them into fists, trying to keep calm.
"You don't know many things about me, Cowboy." The voice was almost a whisper and Illya cleared his throat and spoke much louder a moment later."Shall we go?"
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Date: 2016-03-30 11:48 pm (UTC)He really didn't want to, because those were troublesome thoughts, ideas that could get them both killed. He felt his hands start to shake and clenched them into fists, trying to keep calm.
"You don't know many things about me, Cowboy." The voice was almost a whisper and Illya cleared his throat and spoke much louder a moment later."Shall we go?"