I unfold the flyer I took from the pocket of the Barthromian captain and look it over. Other than a letter B next to day 18 and 22 there aren’t any clues to be found. Delilah didn’t have any pockets but even a pat down didn’t produce anything of use. “Are you two comfortable?”
Delilah and the Barthromian captain blink twice.
“Good. If you’re ready to talk I’ll gladly remove some of that uncomfortable tape.”
They blink again.
“Looks like today’s question is about collaborative writing.” I rip the tape from their mouths. “Since no one has come to ask it yet, I’ll just take this one.”
Something jabs my foot. I clamp my hand over the two characters taped side by side to my tissue box. Glancing downward, I spot Glicfip poking my sock with a half bent open paperclip. “Can I help you with something?”
“Have you seen Delilah?”
“Not since she asked her question yesterday.”
“I’m supposed to ask you one today. Mind if I skip it? I’d really like to keep searching for her. I’m starting to get worried.”
“We can hope the dust bunnies didn’t get her. That would be such a shame.”
Glicfip pales. “You don’t think… No. She’s got to be around here somewhere. I’ll keep looking.”
“Okay then. Good luck.” I wave as he sets off town the paper wad lined paths.
Once he’s out of sight, I turn back to the characters squirming and mumbling under my hand. “Now then, about this collaborative writing thing. No, I haven’t done that and I’m not into roleplaying games. However, I’d suggest you two get on it.”
I pull the tape off of their bodies and drop them in the pen-filled cup. The useless flyer goes in too. “You have until tomorrow to write me a full confession on the back of that or you’ll be playing the role of dust bunny food.”
Got caught up with this today.
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I love that his name is still Glicfip. Awesome. :P
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