April 8 - Upstairs, in Milliways

[2020sight]

[The morning after this.]

It's a good thing Bar gave them a key to a room with a large bed.

('Cause Epimetheus is tall. You people have sick minds.)

The sun is already up and shining on the husband and wife by the time Epimetheus sighs, stretches one arm up behind his head and opens his eyes.

". . . Whoo."

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[howling_laugh]

Coyote wiggles her toes, just to make sure she still can. Something crackles down towards the foot of the bed, and she toes it delicately onto the floor without looking. She probably wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers, but no sense in taking risks.

"Is that an exclamation, or an expression of surrender?"

She doesn't open her eyes.

[2020sight]

"Yes."

[howling_laugh]

"I win," Coyote says, stretching and stealing more than her fair of the blankets. She turns over to hide from the sun.

[2020sight]

"Hey, come back here with those!"

He rolls over, reaching for the blankets.

[howling_laugh]

"You cannot steal from a thief, Epimetheus!"

There is a brief wrestling match before Coyote suddenly sits bolt upright and stares at a shadowed corner by the window.

[2020sight]

"Yeah? Tell that to the magpies--"

Victory is his!

. . . Because she's staring into space. He props himself up on an elbow, eying her.

"Coyote?"

[howling_laugh]

"Pervert spirits," she mutters, because it's totally allowable when she watches someone. "Can't you fuck off-" Hahaha, get it? "-and bother someone else for a change? I am honeymooning."

She's a liar, Coyote is just lazy.

[2020sight]

Epimetheus blinks at her -- the corner -- her again.

"Beg pardon?"

[howling_laugh]

Coyote is too busy glaring furiously at thin air to respond. "What?! I was in Idaho for almost a month! Idaho. That is far worse punishment than anyone could deser-"

Pause.

"You are only jealous because I am actually solid."

[2020sight]

He frowns.

"Coyote? Hey -- Coyote?"

[howling_laugh]

She shushes him absently with one hand, waving him back. "It isn't as though I am in need of your permission to- I am well aware of what I owe..." Coyote trails off to glance at Epimetheus and grits her teeth.

"There is such a thing as 'burnout', you do realize!"

[2020sight]

Obediently, he falls silent.

. . . Maybe it's her mother?

[howling_laugh]

Coyote gesticulates furiously, sending something yellow (better not closely examined) flying to bang against the wall with a desultory squeak.

"Absolutely not! I have spent the last four months almost constantly-! You sound as if you are some sort of deranged hostage negotiator!"

[2020sight]

Epimetheus ducks.

"Woah -- Coyote!"

[howling_laugh]

"At least two weeks," she says in a firm tone, still apparently staring off into thin air. "Or perhaps I will forget I can hear spirits even when they scream in my ear while I am sleeping."

Pause.

"Good. Now go away and- YOU WHAT?!" She whips around to look at Epimetheus. "Where are your boots?"

[2020sight]

He jumps, startled.

"What?"

What the hell is going on?