“No money’s worth the fork and rope,” Ambarin says, after a shift spent watching eyes moon-white with fear and glassy as crystal plead mercy.
Hal snorts. “Savior of wharf monkeys! You’re peach fuzz,” he declares. “It’ll end soon, sweetheart.” Hal grins at Ambarin’s skepticism. “Seedy little tail’s got a pretty Longnecked weakness...”
Prompt: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork, hole, lock, sheet, pendant, crystal, cookie, letter, money, tail, chair, bread, seed, peach, snow, rope