#illeon

Summary: “You need to learn how to waltz.” Napoleon notes with some amusement that Illya stiffens immediately, comically folded up in the chair in Waverly’s office as he is. His knees are nearly even with the armrests, pants just a little too short and turtleneck just a little too big, as if he doesn’t quite realize how large he is—when Illya catches him staring, his upper lip peels back from his teeth, fingers curled tight into the chair. Napoleon only grins at the snarl aimed his way. (In which Illya needs to learn how to dance and Napoleon is, of course, recruited for the job.)