Visiting the Embassy

Cici wasn't quite sure what she expected of the Heavenly Embassy when she stepped into the glass elevator travelling to the floating structure, but she couldn't say that what she saw after stepping wasn't impressive, even if not particularly surprising. The white and gold went well together, and the entire front hall was absolutely spotless.

Cici would have expected at least a couple flecks of dirt trailing from the elevator onto the floor if nothing else, the transportation being in an average state of cleanliness which almost looked disgusting now compared to the embassy itself, but it seemed the area got cleaned often enough that the few visitors it got didn't manage to stain it for long. It made sense, as the ride was a rather long and tedious one that Cici couldn't imagine someone regularly subjecting themselves to.

There wasn't any specific reason for Citron to be here beyond simply wanting to see it for herself, having heard from a cherubun she'd ran into while getting coffee how helpful the embassy had been in getting them settled after leaving the meadows. Curiosity piqued, she had scheduled herself a day off and now she was here, gazing at the intricate architecture that reminded her of the Church of Sulfur, though much brighter and depicting angelic imagery of heaven rather than the demons of hell.

As Cici was admiring the craftsmanship, she heard someone clearing their throat in the kind of obnoxious way meant to draw attention, so she turned to look at whoever had shown up, the shock of no horns being present on the other quickly fading as she reminds herself that succubuns aren't the only kind of buns around anymore.

A pale cherubun with light hair stood before her with his arms crossed, wearing an elegant ruffled shirt tucked into pants that too had ruffles coming out of the flared ends as well as a judgemental look on as his face. As he didn't speak, she decided to do so first. "Hello, do you work here?"
The cream-coloured bun scoffed, but answered. "Yes. I am Primrose, the head of the Heavenly Embassy. What is your business here?"

Citron could almost physically feel the holier-than-thou attidute Primrose was projecting with his chin held high and mouth on the verge of being twisted into a sneer, but kept her opinion of him being an asshole to herself. "Curiosity, mainly. I met a cherubun a while ago that sung the Embassy's praises and so wanted to see what it was like up here, perhaps get a tour to understand everything this place provides?"

Primrose seemed to settle down somewhat, his sour attitude going down from 'just licked a lemon' to 'had a mildly sour confectionery.'

"well, if you are to be here, you must follow the proper decorum befitting of the Embassy- the behaviours normal within burrowgatory", Primrose spoke the name as if it were being pulled out from between his teeth with pliers, "are not acceptable here"

"I suppose it is polite to adhere the rules of the place one is... you'll have to inform me as we travel then, wouldn't want to linger in the same area too long, no?"

The stuffy cherubun nodded affirmatively, gesturing towards one of the hallways. "Come along, then"

As they walked, Primrose pulled out a book from... somewhere. Cici had no idea, but he went through the contents as if he'd rehearsed it hundreds of times. Most of what he said made very little sense to Cici, but she listened and nodded along, only interrupting to dispute the rule that just seemed utterly pointless.

"Who the fuck cares about swearing? It's just words that can be use for emphasis, is saying bitch going to make you faint from the shock of someone daring to put five letters in that order?"

Primrose genuinely did gasp in shock, a hand coming up to his chest in a truly scandalised manner, his expression so cartoonishly affronted that Cici almost burst out laughing, but managed to bite her lip to keep that down. This only served to set off Primrose as he launched into a full-blown rant on manners, proper decorum, and how using "such dirty language!" was highly inappropriate and would be unacceptable anywhere but "the depraved lands of burrowgatory that the demons built for you cretins!"

By the end of it, both were red in the face, Primrose from sheer offense and forgetting to take breaths during his tirade, Cici from trying to hold in her laughter at how ridiculous it was to get lectured on swearing of all things. Wiping at her eyes, both buns took deep breaths to calm down, the cherubun speaking first after clearing his throat and dabbing at his face with a handkerchief.

"I... apologise. It was improper of me to act in such a way, but inappropriate language will not be tolerated upon these grounds"

Cici let out a soft laugh, appreciating the apology even if it was incredibly stiff. "Alright, no saying fuck up here, understood. Sorry for interrupting you. I think you were mentioning something about modesty before?"

It was easy enough to let the prim and proper bun launch into a lecture on the supposedly horrendous fashions he's seen succubuns wear, and the rest of the Embassy tour mixed with etiquette lesson went well, Cici ultimately deciding to visit again at some point, needing to head home but interested in the 'virtues' that Primrose brought up often during his speech. They seemed like such outlandish concepts, but the other bun seemed to wholeheartedly believe they were necessary elements to have in one's life, that one should strive to embody these core aspects of morality. Cici could at least hear him out on the topic before calling him delusional.