@marktulane
Another one, another day, another negative thought that captivated his uncertainty and forced it to grow and build on his impatience and impulses. Kronos was tired and he was frustrated; a part of him even wanted to go home. The more the uncertainty fed into him, though, the more his rationality began to bleed through. The devastation he let show on his face lasted but a moment before the neutrality came back and he continued his search. It was a particularly chilly day that day and he could tell due to sweaters and jackets that were worn. It wasn’t always accurate due to a few species body heat but in the neutral zone, one got all the species to look at. He was following a case reported earlier that day and though he got but a small lead, he would follow through; his own agenda never far from his mind of course. Coming to the building in question, Kronos paused a moment to look at the tattoo shop across the street. He pushed his papers into his back pocket and jogged to the door. Upon taking a step inside, Kronos knew that something had fallen into place, if just a small piece. He verbally gasped, as if he’d been touched by someone’s static electricity.
