paradisa | XXVI.

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XXVI.

[Hellboy is outside enjoying the weather this afternoon. It's August now, which means Autumn is fast approaching -- and he figures he should get in all the mild weather he can, before the weirdness starts.

He pauses to lean against a tree and light a cigarette, opening his journal to dictate into it in the meantime.]

So who wants to take bets on what kind of weird stuff will happen to the trees when Fall starts? My money's on glow-in-the-dark leaves. Or it would be if money even mattered here.

[Molotov]
So it's your birthday tomorrow, is that right?
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Da, it is.

What if I whipped up some birthday pancakes for you?

Only if you promise not to tell my husband.

[He just laughs!] I know, it's pretty scandalous.

He is insane. We got into a physical fight over whether friends are allowed to cook for me. But it is stupid, so yes, da, I would love birthday pancakes. Thank you, kroshka.

[there's a bit of a pause.] A physical fight?

He kicked me, so I punched him.

Fall is not always the same?

[THERE'S JUST SOME DISTRESSED SILENCE ON THIS END ...]

Are you there?

In this place? No. Last year the leaves fell in piles at least four feet high. The year before that, I heard the trees turned unnatural colors -- like rainbow colors.