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They sit in silence for a while. Goodbid waits until Glib’s not shaking like a leaf in the wind before asking, “shouldn’t you be immune to the cold? You aren’t alive.”
“Well, if I couldn’t feel anything, then yeah, the cold wouldn’t bother me, but because I can feel things being undead makes it worse. I can’t produce any heat, and I’m a frog on top of that,” Glib explains. He’s relaxed back into Goodbid and is fighting to stay awake. Despite being so slim, Goodbid makes a remarkably good pillow.
“Makes sense, makes sense,” Goodbid murmurs. He places his chin onto Glib’s head as he watches the fire with hooded eyes. “Do you miss being human?” Goodbid asks before tensing. “I’m sorry if that’s rude of me to ask.”
“Nah, you’re good,” Glib says, opening one eye to glance up at Goodbid. “You’re full of questions tonight,” Glib teases.
“Well, it’s the first time we’ve been left one-on-one in a long time…” Goodbid says. He tightens his hold for a moment before relaxing it in a shrugging manner. “You can ask me something in return,” he offers.
“Hm, deal,” Glib says after a moment. “I don’t necessarily miss being human I miss being tall and having clothes that actually fit,” Glib says as he closes his eyes again. “Alright, my turn. What’s your first name? We’ve always just called you Mr. Goodbid.”
“Its Mister,” Goodbid says with a laugh.
Glib is silent for a moment before it clicks. “You’re joking,” he says. He shifts until he can look up at Goodbid. “Tell me you’re kidding.”
Goodbid shakes his head.
“You’re telling me that your legal name is Mister Goodbid?”
Goodbid nods before explaining, “my parents were so determined on making me a businessman that they named their only son Mister Goodbid.”
Glib out right laughs at that.
“Alright, alright, my turn,” Goodbid says once Glib calms down. “What did you look like?”
“Oh, I was the most generic human. I was 6-foot-nothing, short light-brown hair, dark brown eyes, slightly tan skin,” Glib says flippantly. “I could really disappear into a crowd because I was really nothing to look at.”
“Sounds handsome,” Goodbid says.
“Nah, I was painfully average,” Glib says with a rueful chuckle. “Okay, do you have any siblings?”
“Oh, did I never tell you guys that I’m a triplet?” Goodbid asks.
“No!” Glib says shocked.
“Yeah, I’m a triplet. I’ve got a sister and a non-binary sibling. My sister is Missus Goodbid, Missy for short, and my other sibling is Mixum Goodbid, Mx for short.”
“That’s honestly really funny,” Glib says with a smile.
“You’re telling me,” Goodbid says wistfully. “You guys should meet them one day, they’d love y’all.”
“I’m not sure I can handle three Goodbids,” Glib says with a chuckle.
Silence falls over them once again while they both fall in and out of consciousness, both eventually falling asleep in front of the warm fire to wait out the snowstorm.