“This is worthless.” Endives face fell. Damn and blast, he needed that money. But no, another shop, another disgusted look, and no way anyone was going to buy his jacket. He couldn’t really blame them – the jacket was old, broken in. Not to mention it only fit his species. So instead of arguing the intrinsic value of the coat, full of memoires and – unfortunately – holes, Endive shrugged and nodded to the shop owner in defeat. The bell on the door tinkled as it shut behind him, expelling him... read more
