MYO-589: Minim

“Chi…” Minim calls out in a hushed voice. “Chi…come out.” The bun was sat, legs crossed on the carpeted apartment floor, cheeked puffed in a childish sort of pout as she eyes the space beneath the couch. “Are you stuck?” They mumble, gently laying down on their side to peek into the nook their pet had suddenly decided to crawl into. It knew for a fact they saw the mischievous little rabebe scamper under there, but for what purpose exactly was yet...

There’s just something about the smell of home.  It’s in the little things: the walls, the furniture, the sharp hints of smoke, the gentle scent of candles, the comforting warmth of recently dried laundry, and an aroma of freshly baked goods overpowering the musk of everything else and swallowing it up within its deliciously pleasant presence, as if it were the only thing that mattered. ...