#coq.

Le chant du coq. Que tout le monde se réveille, chante le coq. Avant la première lueur du soleil,il fait le choc. Ne manquez pas les merveilles qui vous provoquent. Attirent vos yeux et vos oreilles à tout moment,à toute époque. Sortez,franchissez le seuil,ne restez pas dans les blocs. Admirez les écureils qui croquent. Des noisettes et le monde des abeilles produisant le miel en stocs. Des oisesux de toutes les couleurs vous accueillent y compris le coq. Des arbres et leurs feuilles fascinent l'oeil,le convoquent. Des tulipes,des roses vermeilles et des coquelicots en rocs. O! Quand on midite,quand on se recueille en contemplant la mer,On invoque Le Grand Dieu qui nous surveille bien que la plupart des gens s'en moquent. Contemplez la nature, restez en veille,avant que votre dernière heure fasse cloc. © Lazhar ben Lamine Djaballah. Touggourt.Algérie. 22.12.2019. Poète des Oasis.

When he gets the phone call at four in the fucking morning, he nearly drops his phone. It wasn’t for the fact that it’s four in the morning (because let’s face it, it’s not like he’s keeping regular, humane hours any more) that surprised him. No, it was that it’s Rylee. Calling from jail.Chanyeol spends the first five minutes of their phone call convinced that it’s some sort of elaborate prank that she’s pulling. After all, they were constantly joking about landing in jail for the various shit they’d do if a) they were outlaws and b) they were actually capable of ending someone else’s life. But a joke’s still a joke, and this was one Rylee seemed determined to pull through. That is, until, an actual police officer informs Chanyeol that Rylee’s minutes are up, and would he like to come bail her out or was he going to get her a lawyer?He dresses every bit the suspicious hobo as he hobbles his way down to the station, hood drawn on tightly, hands shoved deep into his pocket. Because he’s not sure how much money he should bring to bail someone and because he didn’t have the presence of mind to ask the officer on the line, he empties his bank account and tucks the singular note in the depths of his usually empty wallet. When he sees Rylee, she’s all bruised up, hair sticking up in all directions of her head. His first instinct is to grab her to check if she’s okay, a flash of concern and anger all balled up into one. His second instinct is to laugh. And that’s what he does, practically bending over as he’s wracked with laughter. "Look what the cat dragged in," he tells her, once all the paperwork is done and they’re back out on the streets. Despite his words, the lightness in his tone, he sheds his hoodies so he can drape it over her. In response, she flips him the finger. "You should see the other guy," Rylee mumbles, her words sharp and hard and cold, tugging the hoodie closer around herself. "Even his mother wouldn’t recognise him.""You’re telling me you got into a fight with a guy. And won," Chanyeol questions disbelievingly. He’s equal parts amused and concerned at her drunken escapades, and makes a mental note that they should drink indoors next time."Winning would be an understatement," she replies, reaffirming once again how fucking terrifying she actually is for someone of such a small stature. "I pulverised him.” 

So should I talk about this new chick instead?

That's what you always say, but I don't see you rejecting my hugs. 

There's nothing more commonplace in their friendship than arguments about even the most mundane things. You name it, they've argued over it. Hugs, how to relief yourself, whether or not sleeping more is being lazy, whether Chanyeol's couch wanted to be named Karen (that one was most definitely Rylee's lose; it was his godamn couch and he was not naming it Karen). So it's nothing new to find them half-yelling at each other in front of the ticketing counter, trying to decide which movie to watch. Rylee'd wanted to opt for a new action film—one of those blockbusters where the world ends and the handsome protagonist saves the day. Chanyeol had his eye out for the new horror flick, all bloodied hand prints and what appeared to be a skull that'd been split open. "That's tacky," Rylee says pointedly, shooting him a look that can only mean one thing: were you born this way or were you hit on the head as a child? "You're tacky," Chanyeol retorts. "I'm not going paying money to watch one of those things." Rylee doesn't even bother to dignify that with a response; she merely smacks him on the arm. Hard. The man behind the ticketing booth looks equal parts amused and annoyed. He clearly wants them to hurry the fuck up and choose something so he can just send them off on their way. But they were both stubborn people who stuck to their grounds, and their grounds were on the opposite ends of the field from each other. There was no way this was going to be settled easily. Well, not until— "Let's watch the Tom Cruise movie," Rylee insists one more time. She has Chanyeol's wallet in her hands (because if nothing else, she's a sneaky thief who knows how to get things done her way) and his cash out on the counter. "Please, oppa." Chanyeol immediately groans because he knows the battle's lost. It's his weakness, coupled with Rylee batting her eyelashes, one hand pinching the elbow of his jacket to tug at his arm. It's a ploy, a complete trick to get him to do what she wants. But it works.(The Tom Cruise movie sucked, but Chanyeol is graceful enough to hold his tongue from saying I told you so.)

When they find my cold dead body rotting in a compost heap, this is evidence that you did it.