Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36855838-20190405145919

It happened one morning, christmas to be frank.

You had come to the livingroom to open presents with your parents, aunts, uncles, siblings, cousins, and grandparents.

Present after present was opened, but none for you.

Being 25, you hadn't expected much, but you had hoped for at least one present, especially considering all you hadd done to make sure everybody had an easier time.

When the last present had been opened, you sat, crestfallen.

Your stocking had contained only a pitiful bar of chocolate, half-eaten.

Seeing rocking horses and consoles and candies and clothes brought you to tears, and so you sat, miserable, as your relatives grew increasingly uneasy.

A young cousin came to comfort you, and then there was a knock at the door.

Being the only one with nothing to do, you snarfed down the chocolate and rushed to get it.

Outside was a Danuki.

"Package for mr. . .(you)?"

A massive crate with air holes stood beside her.

A "That's me-" had barely escaped your lips before the crate burst open to reveal a comfortably furnished tiny room.

A lamp, a circular table, a rocking chair, a bookshelf, all sized for the crate, and more importantly, for the Kobold within.

WWYD 