1 Oboe and C

Me?

I'm the author.

Oh, right, I have a story to tell.

Oboe sipped his 11th cup of coffee, the only source keeping him awake from the two days he spent concluding the mystery he was solving. Oboe didn't know which mystery it was; he lost count after solving his 714th mystery. He bristled his thick, dry hands across his rough brown hair. He tapped his ballpoint pen on his coffee mug repetitively. His bloodshot eyes darted across the clues on the cork board in front of him. He violently marked the board with a red marker. He was confident in his thoughts and actions. Oboe finished his coffee and slammed his mug on his table.

"I'm finished!"

He raised his arms in victory and spun in his chair.

"Uh..."

"Oh yeah, C... do-"

Oboe passed out, and C smiled.

Oboe passed out countless times after solving a difficult case. C started as Oboe's trainee, and he was supposed to begin his detective work. But C was special. C started as an art student and applied as Oboe's assistant because he liked reading mystery manga. His visual intelligence was almost unmatched, and slowly, he became a valuable partner to Oboe.

C slowly examined the corkboard with his eyes, and he ran his smooth, manicured hands through what was on the board. He took out a small notebook and neatly wrote down his thoughts with a small, black pen. His writing was perfect, almost like a typeface. Almost.