#142 of Short Stories
A kobold hungers.
~ Having watched his only coins vanish into the void of the vending machine's endless yawn, the kobold glared with the vigor of hunger and desperation at the bag of chipto-discs. They dangled precariously from the hook, declining to fall.
~ The kobold calmly looked up from the book she was reading to meet the gaze of the excited cockatoo, their crest feathers bobbing along with the rattle and bustle of the subway. The lights flickered somewhat. ~ The tired sigh of repeating an answer...
~ Whenever Detective Clip found herself traveling to a location that was a proper touristing destination, it was always her preference to travel lightly. For this particular occasion, she'd managed to keep to a moderate backpack and an arrival during...
~ The cabin was fairly modest of size and decor, being quite on par with what the department would allocate for a Detective's operations aboard a pleasure cruise thrumming its way across the dark expanse. They'd at least sprung, in accordance with...