The particulars of why girls act the way they do are utterly lost on him, but he should eventually get dressed again to keep his wound covered. He surveys the fence, having forgotten where he’d left Lashan’s shirt in all the entertainment of the day. He finds it half-abandoned where it was, draped over the fence. A bit wet from the rain, but clean. No mud.
To the bathhouse it was, then. He jumps the fence to get going, but one residual question makes him linger on Lashan a bit longer than usual. Should he ask?
“Uh - Where’s the firebug?”
He doesn’t make the connection. He imagines in his head a jar full of firebugs, like captured fireflies. Or maybe it was one big firebug. Medicinal.
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The particulars of why girls act the way they do are utterly lost on him, but he should eventually get dressed again to keep his wound covered. He surveys the fence, having forgotten where he’d left Lashan’s shirt in all the entertainment of the day. He finds it half-abandoned where it was, draped over the fence. A bit wet from the rain, but clean. No mud.
To the bathhouse it was, then. He jumps the fence to get going, but one residual question makes him linger on Lashan a bit longer than usual. Should he ask?
“Uh - Where’s the firebug?”
He doesn’t make the connection. He imagines in his head a jar full of firebugs, like captured fireflies. Or maybe it was one big firebug. Medicinal.
It made sense in his head.