[Seven-Minute Semblance] GODSFORRENT & FIMBULWINTER

FIMBULWINTER || Chapter 5 - I was Stupid Enough to Wager Against the Drama Queen

Edward Dace.

4. September.
Saturday, 1:00 p.m.
Makati City.

LUMALABAS SI Laevateinn nang walang dalang wallet, phone, at hiya sa katawan. Naiintindihan kaya ng taong 'to ang konsepto ng kapitalismo o nabubuhay s'ya sa isang Disney movie kung saan kakanta lang s'ya bitbit ang aso n'ya at bibigyan na s'ya ng mga taga-barrio ng pagkain?

Kanina ay may nadaanan kaming fruit stand at kumaway lang s'ya roon sa tindera ay nakakuha na s'ya ng isang plastic ng mansanas!

Tapos kapag ako, batang hamog?!

"If you're interested, Futhark called earlier and suspiciously ended it," sabi ko sa kanya habang naghihintay ng jeep pauwi.

He stopped playing hopscotch with Fenrir to spare me a look I can't read. Was he concerned? Did he want me to continue talking? Was he uninterested? Let's take a guess!

"Maybe his phone died or he lost signal," I tried again. Awkwardly.

Laevateinn kept the stare.

"Are we communicating telepathically?" I ventured, furrowing my brows and narrowing my eyes. It surely must be that.

Ring, ring, ring.

"Thank fuck!" I accidentally exclaimed, taking my phone out. I wasn't exactly glad that Joyeuse was calling, I was simply relieved that there's something to take me out of the awkward one-sided telepathic conversation Laevateinn and I were having.

I answered the call. "Yo, drama queen?"

"Where are you? Murder on the Orchid Street, I need your skills."

"Was that an Agatha Christie pun?"

"I said something about a bloody murder and what registered in your brain was a bloody pun?"

"OH. Right, murder. Yes. I mean," I cringed and hissed between my teeth, "I have a very bad defence mechanism. Maybe I should go get therapy?"

"Be here in five minutes."

"We'll be there in 30. Si Futhark ba?"

He ended the call. Hindi ba talaga ako pwedeng kausapin nang hindi pinuputol ang tawag? Hindi na ako nakarinig ng "Bye, Edward!" mula sa kanila.

I turned to Laevateinn. "So... somebody was murdered and Joyeuse needs our help." I let out a shaky laugh. "I don't even know why we're needed, we're not the fucking police."

Laevateinn called a taxi. I guess he knew the severity of our situation and wanted to be there quickly. I was worried the driver wouldn't let the wolfdog in—nope, hindi kasya si Fenrir. Hindi kami tumuloy sa taxi.