Page 90 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
Ugh. It was like getting hundreds of tiny paper cuts. They weren’t horrible, but they stung and were incredibly annoying. And the dust was dangerous with all the open cuts. It could get into your bloodstream and cause some real damage.
As soon as the swarm was gone, I jumped to my feet, pulled Chaos and Miles to their feet, and said, “Run inside.” As soon as they were headed for the museum, I reached back for Sharp and helped him up. “Get inside. Now!”
He was slow-moving, but at least I didn’t have to carry him. Although, that probably would’ve been quicker.
Aeson’s voice yelled, “Win, duck!”
I pulled Sharp down beside me, covering his body and my head as the swarm flew past us again. More dust and more cuts.
Fuck. This was really going to suck when I got home.
Cleaning everything and making sure nothing got infected was going to be rough. We might even have to run to the doctor’s to get some special cream. Sigh.
Well, maybe not. With Miles’s giant first aid kit, hopefully, he had some oh-shit-you’re-covered-in-pixie-dust cream on hand.
Once that swarm was gone, I pulled Sharp to his feet again, and we ran the rest of the way to the door. Aeson held it open for me and said, “Morty said you guys were behind them, but when you didn’t come right in, I came out to help.”
“I’m glad you didn’t come all the way out there. You’re probably going to have to help all of us since you weren’t dusted.”
He nodded, shut the door, locked it, and put a sign on it sayingGarden Closed Until Further Notice.
Good. “Smart thinking.”
He grinned. “Thanks.”
He led us to the manager’s office, and I was relieved that Miles and Chaos were already in there, doing their best to clean thepixie dust off with some wet wipes. It wasn’t a perfect solution—we all needed showers—but it was better than nothing.
I helped Sharp sit in his chair, passed him a package of wipes, then moved over to Chaos and Miles and shared their package. Aeson put a mask and gloves on and started helping his brother.
Surprisingly, Sharp didn’t yell at him to go back to work.
We were wiping ourselves off for alongtime.
After a while, Sharp said, “I’m going to run to the bathroom to wash my face and change my shirt. I have an extra here.” He gestured to the shirt hanging on the back of his door. He got up, grabbed his shirt, and left the room.
Miles said, “You guys need to take off for the rest of the day so you can take showers and put cream on. Do you have pixie dust cream at home?”
The twins shook their heads.
Miles nodded. “I have plenty at my house. You guys can come back there and use the shower or whatever if you want. Or you can go home first, then come over, and I’ll give you a tube. Whatever you want to do.”
They did their twin thing, and Aeson said, “You don’t mind if Chaos uses your shower?”
“Not at all.” Miles offered a tired smile. “We can eat lunch too.”
That made Chaos snort and roll his eyes, and Aeson let out an amused huff. “Of course you’d mention food.”
Miles blushed, but he shrugged since he obviously couldn’t deny it. Every single time we saw the kids, he tried and succeeded in feeding them.
When Sharp came back, Miles said, “We’re going to take Aeson and Mortimer home so they can clean up and treat their wounds—”
“But Aeson—”
“Aeson has dust in his hair from helping us. He needs to shower, and his shift is almost over anyway, isn’t it?” Oh, a demanding Miles was… kinda hot.
The man harrumphed—he seemed to do that a lot around us. “Fine.”
Miles gave him a nod. “I’m going to do some research and see if we can figure out a better way to handle the pixies. I’ll give you a call either later tonight or tomorrow so we can make a plan.”
