Pocket

By Periwinkle

Drabble for akane42me. Prompt was “Pockets.”

Rated PG-13 for implied slash

His pocket chirped. Damn it, couldn’t Headquarters leave him alone? Sometimes he hated his communicator. Hr pulled out the pen and assembled it. “Open Channel D.”

“Napoleon/”

“Illya! Everything okay?”

“Yes, The mission finished early. I’m heading back home.”

“When do you arrive?”

“Around dinnertime. Would you like to get together?”

Would he? God! Yes, he would. Illya had been gone for a week and he missed him, missed waking up with him, hell he even missed his snits.

“I’ll see you later then.”

Smiling, he put the pen back in his pocket. Okay, maybe it wasn’t a bad thing.