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It took a little creative furniture maneuvering, and some claustrophobic squirming on Wil’s part, but they managed to get the bomb-proof safe set up under the shack before the first glasses started arriving. They would fill the little safe under the shack first, and then they would fill the safe at Wil’s place, and then the remainder of the glasses would go in Zena’s place. There was a buy-two-get-one sale at Vic’s Anti-theft Emporium, or they would have paid retail. Fortunate timing.
Larizu’s new-and-improved glasses (glasses, or spectacles, for short) rested upon the nightstand, which was still an overturned bucket. Larizu rested on his face, in the bed. It was evening, but Larizu had rested in the bed, on his face, for the better part of the past four days. He was doing a recovery thing, or a stagnate thing. Sometimes it was hard to pin down the thing.
As Larizu rested on his face in bed, he heard a knock at the door. He heard I’wilo cross the creaky floor to open the door.
I’wilo said, “He sleep. Me get dressed.”
Zena said, “Can I come in?”
I’wilo said, “Let me—”
Larizu said, “Yes.”
The door was closed and locked— Larizu’s ear angled out— properly.
Zena said, “Check this out.”
I’wilo said, “Loa… Dat’s real?”
Zena said, “Uh-huh?” To hear the way she said it, you could picture her open-mouthed grin, her wide eyes and raised brow.
I’wilo said, “You said—”
Zena said, “Only if it means something. It means something. Come down here.” And then she whispered something.
I’wilo said, “Zena,” in a tone that said ‘aww.’ To hear it, you could just see his dummy smile and misty eyes.
They were quiet for a moment, probably to smile like goofballs, and then I’wilo said, “Show?”
Zena said, “Yeah, haha.” And the floor creaked all the way over to the bed. “Larizu?” Zena said, “Can I show you something?”
“… Yeah,” said Larizu. He rolled over to face them, and he peeled himself up. He crawled across the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to Zena.
I’wilo, who squatted on the floor, handed Larizu his glasses. Larizu, who was mildly suspicious at all times, said, “If it a snake, I die out o’ spite.” He rubbed his face and put on his glasses, and he was still surprised at how well he could see.
Zena looked at Wil, then at Larizu. Larizu could see very well, when Zena leaned over and started pulling down her pants.
Larizu said, “Tro’ho, what da fuck are ya…” He leaned in, to look at Zena’s bared hip. “Dat’s not…” Larizu looked up, and Zena was grinning like crazy. Over his new glasses, Larizu leveled his best are-you-fucking-crazy look at Zena.
Zena said, “Now if the safes get blown up, we still have it.”
Larizu just sat there, for long enough that I’wilo and Zena exchanged a glance. Then Larizu covered his mouth and doubled over, and Wil put his hand on Larizu’s shoulder.
Zena said, “Is that happy?”
Larizu nodded.
I’wilo said, “Aww, Riii.”
After a few seconds, Larizu managed to choke out, “Don’t… say ‘aww’… Asshole.”
So nobody said anything for a little bit, and they just basked in it.
Then Larizu was fucking drowning in it, so he said, “Can’t wit dis… shit.” He sniffed and rubbed his face, and he stood off of the bed. He squeezed by I’wilo, who turned to watch Larizu go. Zena also watched Larizu go.
I’wilo and Zena watched Larizu move things around on the workbench. Larizu said, “Anyone got plans for da evenin’?”
Zena and I’wilo looked at one-another. They shook their heads when Larizu glanced over. Larizu nodded and turned back to the bench. “Den plan to get fucked-up.”
I’wilo said, “Oh-sahm.”
Zena said, “Awesome. Haha.” And she did the clapping-without-clapping thing, which both Larizu and I’wilo appreciated for similar reasons.
Larizu shrugged and shook his head at the workbench. “Was gonna lock ya out and smoke it in da mornin’ anyway.” He took, from his long wooden box, a pipe with pink stripes. This was Wil’s pipe; that’s what it was called. He also took out a pipe with purple stripes, which was Zena’s pipe.
Larizu didn’t mention the new pipes’ names. He removed the unlabeled jar from the wooden box. The unlabeled jar contained the potent once-every-couple-of-weeks high-Troll-Hallucinogenic-Compound stuff. From the same wooden box that housed the new pipes and the coveted unlabeled jar, Larizu produced a grinder.
“Foahgot you hahd daht ting,” Wil commented.
Larizu dropped his head to the side. “Dis be give-a-fuck smokin’.”
Both I’wilo and Zena took note of Larizu’s bearing, and the lay of his ears, as he worked. Both were cheered by what they saw.
With pink pipe and Zippy™ in hand, Larizu approached Wil. “Don’t do nuttin’ weird.” Larizu eyed Wil, perhaps a little shyly, perhaps because they were making it a habit. “It medicinal,” he explained. “I gotta measure di dose.”
Wil grinned and snorted. Then, he and Zena chuckled.
Larizu rolled his eye, but he half-smiled for nearly one second. He held up the pipe and Zippy™. “For real, don’t… KFFF… ffft.” Larizu leaned in, for I’wilo to smoke Larizu’s face. I’wilo didn’t do anything weirder than smoke Larizu’s face.
Zena watched, as Larizu returned the pink pipe to the workbench, and picked up the purple pipe. She said, “You were planning this.”
Larizu raised his brow as he looked at her sideways. “Sometime, I guess.” He came close to where Zena sat on the bed, and she stilled her kicking legs. Larizu held up the purple pipe. “Quit grinnin’. Ya gonna waste smoke. KFFT!”
And Zena smoked his face. She didn’t do anything remotely as weird as getting a dated tattoo of a prescription for a corrective lens, but she did touch Larizu’s jaw as he backed away. He couldn’t have minded too much, because he only cleared his throat and went back to the bench. Larizu smoked what was left in both bowls, because he had crazy immunity.
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I’wilo lay on the floor. Zena lay on the floor, near I’wilo’s left tit. Larizu sat on the floor with his back to I’wilo’s other tit. Larizu was busy comparing his hand to his foot.
I’wilo spoke very extra-very-very-slow, instead of normal-slow. He said, “Eet mean… ‘Rah-beet’.”
Zena rubbed I’wilo’s belly, for the texture.
Larizu sniffed. He blinked. He looked up after a while. He said, “… Get da fuck out. Really?”
I’wilo drummed one finger on his chest, once. He nodded. “… Mmhmm.”
Zena said, “Wait. So. That means. Your name… is Rabbit. Like… a rabbit.”
I’wilo said, “… Yeah. To-tah-lee.”
Larizu said, “Mine was a joke. Cause I died for a second. When I got born. It based on a guy… from goblin Loa-book. Who died… I forgot what I—“ He blinked slowly. “Wait. Ya name ‘Rabbit’? (Bless all ya names).”
I’wilo said, “… I know.”
Zena said, “… Hah. Mine. Mine means ‘warrior’. But the whole thing means ‘warrior woman’.”
I’wilo said, “… Daht’s hot.”
Larizu said, “… Yeah. Dat’s… Dat’s hot.”
Zena said, “… Cool.”
Then they didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Not sure how long. It was a comfortable silence. I’wilo thought about a small warrior woman named Warrior Woman. Zena thought about rabbits. Larizu thought about a cube. Also, tits, because Wil’s tits were like cubes. Tits in general. Round things.
Larizu said, “Can’t believe people see dis good. Twice... Twice dis good. Like… what di fuck.”
Zena said, “Where did you get the old ones?”
I’wilo said, “Dingo find. On… dah ahmmm… Ri, whaht daht call?”
Larizu said, “Dead guy.”
I’wilo said, “Yeah. Mhm.”
Larizu said, “Dingo lied a lot.”
Zena said, “I gotta… Yeah. I’ll get the lamp.”
Larizu said, “Beads in da box.”
I’wilo said, “Okay.” He just wanted to hear what it sounded like if he said ‘Okay’.
So they fucked with the lamp and the beads for a bit.
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I’wilo lay on the floor, with his head on his big pillow. He was wearing a free-range organic night elf glass bead necklace wrapped around his wrist, and he may or may not have been asleep; he wasn’t sure. Zena lay on on the floor, with her face on I’wilo’s left tit. Larizu lay on the floor, with his face on I’wilo’s right tit. Larizu’s new glasses lay safely on the nightstand, which was still a bucket.
Zena said, “What’s that look?”
Larizu said, half into Wil’s chest. “… I got what I want. It’s here. I just need ta catch up wit it.”
Zena smiled so big. She reached across I’wilo, for Larizu’s hand.
I’wilo reached down and petted Larizu’s hair. “We heah foah yah, Ri.”
Zena said, “We are.”
“Mhm.” Larizu closed his eyes, and held Zena’s hand over I’wilo, and Wil’s hand was warm on his head.
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“I love you bot’.”
“Me too, Ri.”
“Me too.”
So it was a good day.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ <3 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
For C.
For being there and being patient, when I needed to catch up wit it.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Clarity ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
- Wil