Page 170 of Property of Necro
Aw.
“What is this?” I croak, watching two chicks chase a black-and-white adult one.
“What the fuck does it look like?” He fastens the gate, so it stays open. “It’s your animal farm.”
“My what?”
“You liked Ducky, the chicken at Doc’s place. We all have our thing here. I build shit. So, I built you this.” He thrusts his hand toward the coop.
Are those scalloped edges around the windows? With window boxes for flowers.
Oh. My.
It is.
I gasp.
“Stop it!” Coffin scolds.
“What?” It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong. I’m admiring his hours of meticulous work. There are floral curtains in the windows that flank either side of the door for fuck’s sake.
That’s just…
Incredible.
And thoughtful…
Shifting from foot to foot, he shrugs. “It’s not a big deal.”
Oh. Yes. It is. It’s a massive, giant, huge, Titanic-sized deal. Are those all synonyms for the same word? Yep. It’s how big of a big deal this is.
“What are you talkin’ about?” I play it cool as a cucumber,not wanting to ruffle his feathers any more than they already are.
Ha.
Feathers.
Like a chicken.
“You’re lookin’ at me funny and at this…” He nods toward the coop. “Weird. Don’t.”
I kiss the top of Chicken Elvis’s head. “But you did this for me.”
“No,” Coffin grumbles. “I didn’t do shit. Rot and Necro did.”
“Shut up, asshole,” Rot snaps as he inspects Coffin’s incredible craftsmanship.
“Necro may have bought the chickens, but you built all this.” He knocks on the solid door. “I was the idea guy. That’s it.”
“So, all of you…” I start, but Rot cuts in.
“Wanted you to have a place away from our grumpy asses sometime. Yeah.”
Beyond the chicken coop is a matching shed. “What’s that?”
“Your pussy shed,” Coffin snaps.
“My what?”
