[Seven-Minute Semblance] GODSFORRENT & FIMBULWINTER

FIMBULWINTER || Chapter 19 - The Mad Hatter's Game

Edward Dace.

25. September.
Saturday, 8:00 a.m.
372A High Street.

TODAY WAS A LOVELY DAY.

I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon and the saccharine song the birds outside our bedroom window had to offer.

The lovely day lasted for three and a half minutes.

Futhark's nagging and screaming blew the roof off. "ANG AGA-AGA. ISA LANG NAMAN ANG HINIHINGI KO SA 'YO."

I wonder if Joyeuse didn't wash his coffee mugs again.

"'WAG MONG ITATAPON 'YONG ASSIGNMENT KO SA BOTANY."

Oof.

I got up and checked the living room. Joyeuse was watching TV upside down from the couch and Futhark was rummaging the trashcan, straightening crumpled papers which appeared to be his assignment. Laevateinn must be playing outside with Fenrir.

"Hi, good morning," I greeted, making my way to the kitchen.

"Good morning." Futhark scowled, putting the papers back into their folder. "Nasa lamesa 'yong ulam at orange juice mo. Kumain na kaming tatlo."

I stood by the dining area. "Sooo, bakit tinapon ni drama queen 'yong assignment mo?"

Joyeuse continued watching TV, ignoring us.

"Hindi ko alam, tinotopak na naman." Futhark glared at Joyeuse. "No'ng Monday, binasa n'ya ng kape 'yong bag ko tapos no'ng Wednesday, pinunit n'ya 'yong quiz notebook ko sa Developmental Psyche."

"You're the psychologist, you should know what's wrong with him."

Futhark sighed. "Okay, okay. Fine. He's frustrated at ako ang napagbubuntunan n'ya ng galit."

"Bakit ka frustrated, drama queen?" I smirked. "Nalaman mong hindi ka makakapunta sa Bikini Bottom?"

Joyeuse was still ignoring us. Nobody believed that he's that engrossed in watching Spongebob Squarepants.

I scratched my head. "Dati natutuwa ako kapag tahimik s'ya dahil puro bullshit lumalabas sa bunganga n'ya pero ngayon, perkele, medyo kinakabahan ako."

Futhark exhaled loudly and sat beside Joyeuse in the most motherly way a single, teenage boy could ever look like. "Jo, isang linggo ka nang passive-aggressive. Para kang 'yong mga batang inaalagaan ko noon... mas cute nga lang sila... tapos ice cream lang ang katapat ng tantrums nila."

"Anong flavour ng ice cream ang gusto mo, drama queen?" I asked.

"I don't want ice cream," Joyeuse muttered, glaring at Spongebob and Patrick. "Yukio Okada was shot dead in his cell even before he could be transported to Muntinlupa."

"What?" Futhark and I chorused.

"Yukio Okada, 'yong pumatay kay Oliver Ramos?" Futhark asked. "Sinong pumatay?"