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A mostly quiet building.
There are dogs waiting for their owners, current or future or former, and an examination room, and a wooden counter between the office proper and the waiting room.
It's quiet, now quite a while since sunset.
The only employee is doing inventory.
"I will need scratch you."
He demonstrates by scratching the air with his claws.
Which have suddenly appeared.
He scratches her. The eyes might be somewhat disturbing. The smile might be moreso.
She's bleeding, collapsing in a parking lot. She can't get up-
He can get up, but he won't be able to move far. He's dying and alone and what else was he expecting, really.
This is as good a place to bleed out as any.
There's a figure walking toward their car- who would be at the school this late- he half-crawls, half-runs.
She's surprised, babbling incoherently about paranormal romance and spy thrillers and it's more charming than annoying, though that could be the blood loss talking-
She helps him into her car, and she takes him to his apartment. He gives her directions as best as he can. He is an alpha, he can power through this.
So he stays alive, she tends to his wounds, and the touch is...casually intimate, and she's self-conscious and awkward and he lets her touch him.
Even after the wounds close up he's still in pain, and they've barely met but...he decides they should see each other again.
And the kobold is back with Derek.
The murderer is Jennifer Blake, beautiful and intelligent and she makes the kobold feel-
Makes him feel alive again.
"Mm." The kobold hugs her arm to her chest, running her thumb gently over the scratch, and looks distressed and distant for a moment. Then she looks to where the woman disappeared from sight, and sighs. "Let's go home."
And when they get back, the kobold goes in and wraps herself up in her blanket again, still holding her scratched arm protectively.
"What now?"
"Kobod see, hear, understand my memory. My memory was my understand, what I saw and what I heard. Kobold is confused?"
She shakes her head. "I understand word, 'memory'. I understand magic do memory. I not understand... why, how, if stop."
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