Hops

“Tsubakiiiiiii!” Hops practically ran to her as Tsubaki entered the bar. “Whoa, whoa,” Tsubaki held her hands up as she was accosted. “What is it? What’s wrong?” “Our dish washer called in again!” Hops complained, “And there’s a huge pile that’s waiting to be washed! We’ll run out of clean glasses soon and the customers will start getting angry. Please will you help?” She stared with wide, pleading eyes. “Hops, you know I’m willing to do ju...

Credit card debt was no joke. The loan-sharks of burrowgatory were hounding Cheri's voicemail incessantly, and he simply didn't have the Carats to pay them back. He thought ghosting them might do the trick, but they somehow had his address. Then came the letters. And the threatening people at his door. And when all that didn't work, they settled for breaking some of his more precious objects. The entire Dazzling Diamond collection of personal body care effects he held.  That wouldn't ...

“You don’t own a swimsuit?” Hops asked for the third time, utterly incredulous. Afina shook her head (again) and licked blueberry juice off her fingers. “I’ve never been swimming before.” It had just... never come up as an option. She wasn’t particularly drawn to the water. All that flailing around and kicking to stay afloat. Seemed like far more effort than what it was worth.  ...