[Seven-Minute Semblance] GODSFORRENT & FIMBULWINTER

FIMBULWINTER || Chapter 18 - I Screamed at a Funeral Then We Became Famous

Edward Dace.

19. September.
Sunday, 3:00 p.m.
372A High Street.

372A HIGH STREET. At last. It was a tedious trip home. The moment we stepped out of the bus, the four of us split up and ran in different directions, only to meet up in front of Sir Lance's house once we're sure we're not being followed anymore.

I know we're prone to engaging in activities that may make innocent bystanders question our sanity and well-being, but we had a valid reason for scattering like sheep in field struck by lightning.

We were being followed by paparazzis.

Exciting, I know.

And definitely scary, but it honestly made me feel important—I could not deny that.

The four of us lounged at the living room, mostly to catch our breaths. Laevateinn won the privilege of crashing on the couch face first, so Futhark plopped on the remaining chair and I sat on Laevateinn's legs. It honestly felt like sitting on two, thick bamboo sticks, but it's better than nothing and I was too tired to complain.

Si Joyeuse na ubod nang arte noon, ang drama queen na si Joyeuse na hindi kailanman humiga o umupo man lang sa sahig noon ay natutulog ngayon sa sahig, habang nakayakap at nakaunan kay Fenrir. Buti hindi nagseselos si Lae na noong Biyernes pa magkadikit sina Joyeuse at Fenrir.

After fifteen minutes of us sitting and regaining composure in silence, I finally told them in between tired laughters, "So. That was a ride."

Futhark leaned back on the chair, the backrest cradling his head comfortably. He chuckled breathily. "Hindi ko akalaing may susunod sa atin hanggang sa bahay nina Joyeuse at hanggang sa San Lorenzo."

"I'm used to being internet famous," I went on, "but this is the first time that a crowd wanted to talk to me."

"Sanay na ako sa mga may gustong magpa-picture sa 'kin, hehehe..."

"Si Lae, tumakas. Pagkakataon mo na sanang maging artista."

Laevateinn, who had his face pressed against the couch, mumbled, "They're not making a new Superman movie."

"I kept telling you," Joyeuse, still lying on the floor with his head resting on Fenrir, said, "we need to keep a low profile. All these media attention is dangerous."

"I agree," Futhark said. "Lalo na't GB6 ang nag-cover kahapon sa libing."

"Anong problema sa GB6?" I asked, then realised after a few seconds. "It's about your dad, isn't it? Malaking issue kapag nalaman nilang anak ng isang Henrik Whitdur si Kiel Alf Gomez ang Psychology student ng Seven-Minute Semblance."

Futhark nodded.

I shrugged. "Let's all agree it's Joyeuse's fault that we got the media's attention."