[Fivera looks back at Xio and, guessing at what she is looking for, holds up her arm horizontal to the ground. In the fabric at her forearm there is a little rip, a place that has been punctured by tiny bat teeth, small as grains of rice. No obvious blood. It is probably an equally tiny wound underneath the swaths of black and brown and burgundy fabric that Fivera shrouds herself in.]
It would be a nice jacket to be buried in. I pledge that we will leave it on you, when your hour comes. I will not let Xio steal or sell it.
[ Xio leans in and in and in—further in than really necessary—until she can see this minuscule wound. She does not protest the idea that she would steal or sell the jacket. Rather: ]
When Evie is dead I should be allowed to buy it.
With my points.
Which I have three hundred and seventeen plus twelve of.
—and Fivera, this is barely a bat kiss. But do you have a fever now? If you have a fever you are going to die.
The bat may have killed me. Xio's guilt is but indirect.
[Fivera turns her arm so that she can look at the bite. The kiss. She frowns as she pokes her little finger in the rip of the cloth, roots it around until she works past all her layers and finds her skin.
[ Xio is saying, but the end of that sentence—a thorough questioning Evelyn's laundry skills, it would have began with, and ended on a list of what else is worth way more than two points—is lost to concern. Real concern! ]
Fuck.
[ Now she moves far enough away from Caballero that he stirs, flexing one broad paw and lifting his big, shaggy head to regard Evelyn, specifically, like he's waiting to know why she woke him up from his great dream about eating beetles. ]
Can you stand? Are you dizzy?
[ Does rabies work that fast? It doesn't matter. She sounds like she is already planning for a week of horrified nursing and a funeral. ]
No, [she is not dizzy, and,] no, [she cannot stand up, and to demonstrate this second point and perhaps accidentally disproving the first, Fivera lays back on the ground. The effect is rather like a puppet collapsing after having its strings cut.
On her back, Fivera stares up at the sky in quiet funerary contemplation.]
You can sell my cloak. I do not think it will bring as good a price as Evelyn's coat. Even with bat shit on the coat.
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[Fivera looks back at Xio and, guessing at what she is looking for, holds up her arm horizontal to the ground. In the fabric at her forearm there is a little rip, a place that has been punctured by tiny bat teeth, small as grains of rice. No obvious blood. It is probably an equally tiny wound underneath the swaths of black and brown and burgundy fabric that Fivera shrouds herself in.]
It would be a nice jacket to be buried in. I pledge that we will leave it on you, when your hour comes. I will not let Xio steal or sell it.
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When Evie is dead I should be allowed to buy it.
With my points.
Which I have three hundred and seventeen plus twelve of.
—and Fivera, this is barely a bat kiss. But do you have a fever now? If you have a fever you are going to die.
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[ Evelyn also leans in, though not as far as Xio and she veers away after a second to reach for the last skewer of rabbit. ]
Three hundred and seventeen plus ten is the highest I'll go, since you might've killed Fivera. Unless you've done something else worth two points?
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[Fivera turns her arm so that she can look at the bite. The kiss. She frowns as she pokes her little finger in the rip of the cloth, roots it around until she works past all her layers and finds her skin.
It feels warm.]
I think I have a fever.
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[ Xio is saying, but the end of that sentence—a thorough questioning Evelyn's laundry skills, it would have began with, and ended on a list of what else is worth way more than two points—is lost to concern. Real concern! ]
Fuck.
[ Now she moves far enough away from Caballero that he stirs, flexing one broad paw and lifting his big, shaggy head to regard Evelyn, specifically, like he's waiting to know why she woke him up from his great dream about eating beetles. ]
Can you stand? Are you dizzy?
[ Does rabies work that fast? It doesn't matter. She sounds like she is already planning for a week of horrified nursing and a funeral. ]
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On her back, Fivera stares up at the sky in quiet funerary contemplation.]
You can sell my cloak. I do not think it will bring as good a price as Evelyn's coat. Even with bat shit on the coat.
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I think you're underestimating the bat shit. And it's a perfectly nice cloak.
[ She pauses, biting the end of her pencil thoughtfully as she considers her friend on the ground. ]
Do you think you might haunt the cloak, if you die in it? That could have a definite effect on the price.