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It had been a long night. One of those that made Zagreus question his decisions. He had more of these since Aletheia had retired as a private detective. Hell Or High Water Investigation Services was a one bun operation now, and it was exhausting. He would not trade it for the world. He had been hired to search for a missing bun, but all he was getting was dried leads. He was not surprised, not with how the police had ...

The scent of dirt carried in the gardens, mixed with the florals and greens of various heavenly plants. If Galaeth was another bun, he imagined he would want to write about something so vivid.  The image was ruined, however, by Primrose, the head of the embassy, yelling across the greenhouse, “Make sure you water the plants! You’re here for a reason!” Galaeth sighed ...

A walk through the streets of Burrowgatory, under the cavernous roof above, was not something Galaeth found himself indulging in often.  The succubun would have preferred to have his hands forever shifting over a keyboard, his eyes scanning a computer screen until they burned. He had manuscripts to read and edit, he didn’t have time for Primrose’s errands. He could already find his mind buzzing, his entire body f...

Lost under the shadow of otherworldly trees, sandwiched between marble pillars and warm glass, the Heavenly Embassy’s greenhouse gardens was a step above all found within the burrows. Although Galaeth didn’t quite see the magic as he toddled unsettled through the grass, his hooves digging into the soft ground beneath.  His publishing firm had sent him on a excursion to...

Aletheia was glad the chocolates had gone over well. They wanted to treat Amaryllis some more, no matter what the greed bun said. The punk was dressed normally this time around as they entered Hollyhock & Iris Floral Emporium. They approached the counter and rang the little desk bell. They were taken by surprise when a 4’11” d...

It was almost spring and flowers had just begun to bloom, their sweet scent filling the air. The breeze was cool, but not too cold. He stood at the entrance of the park, waiting for his date to show up. He had tied his hair and ears up so they would not be too in the way, though passerbys wondered how he could see behind his bangs. Over his black shirt, which had holes pinned shut by safety pins, he wore a tattered jean jacket. He wore the tag on his horn as he ...

Aletheia was nervous. They had not thought any of this through. Well, that was at least no different than usual. They paced past the door to the chocolate shop again, trying to draw up the courage to walk inside. They had not even decided what chocolates they were buying. They tugged at their sleeves, feeling rather uncomfortable being dressed up. They weren’t used to sleeves, or shirts, but they felt that today nee...

Montresor had barely taken a step in the bar when a short bartender bumped into him, spilling most of the tray of drinks on him. He looked down at his soaked clothes before looking at the nervous bartender. She was nearly a whole foot shorter than him. “Sorry!” She bent down and cleaned up the glasses, using a towel she had on the tray to clean the liquor that had made it to the floor. When she stood up, she took ...

Rosamel had closed her tea house for a couple days. It was popular enough to let herself have some down time. She learned that when she had been learning to make dango and mochi. Today, though, she did not close shop to take on a learning opportunity. Today was all about relaxing. She had booked a private soak in a hot spring, and she was going to take full advantage of the time. She checked in and was led to a privat...

Aletheia had needed no prodding to indulge themselves in food and drink, especially the drink. They were more than happy to join in the revelry. They partook in eating mochi, simply as it was offered to her. She was grateful that her friend had invited her to the party, though she wondered how Montresor would react to her behavior once the party was well underway. They had spotted Rosamel and other friends as she ambl...

Rosamel enjoyed working in the kitchen. It was her happy space. She was humming as she worked. She enjoyed the process of making mochi immensely. Her biggest problem was keeping her three imps from devouring the sweets. After the first time stopping them, her strudel, Lady Eglantine, did give up and go lay in one of the many imp beds around the house. Lord Carduus and Mattheo, her phantomile and bearly, on the other h...

Rosamel had been invited back to learn how to make mochi. She was trepidatious, but excited. She remembered the burn between her shoulder blades the last time she had tried to learn, but she’s been working on her muscles since then. She entered his workshop. His unsmiling face was a familiar sight, even if she could see some form of happiness in his eyes when he saw her. Dan sat his mallet against his shoulder and w...

Rosamel had heard about Dan offering lessons on making dango, which piqued her curiosity. She made her way to his shop. She had tried to learn how to make Mochi the first time she met him. She usually made regular visits to the shop now, mostly to help her build muscle to handle the mallet. She could still remember the burn in her shoulders when she had first started to learn. She had learned simpler, rice flour treat...

Rosamel had been excited to meet Dan. She felt it was necessary to have friends in the food service industry. At least then she could feel a little solace when things went awry. She knocked twice on the door. She had a small smile as the white haired bun came to see who was disturbing him. He was a bit surprised to not have to tilt his head to see her, much less to look her in the eye. He did not return her smile as h...

Rune had seen people running about with lighted sticks in their hands. He had grown curious. He managed to stop someone and ask about the stick. Learning they were sparklers and were being sold nearby, Rune made it her mission to play with them. He headed for the stand that was selling the sparklers. The glass-handed bun struck up a conversation with the vendor. He mostly asked questions on safety. The greed bun was c...

Having split away from Ama, Aletheia and Jackal find a shadowy corner near Mercy’s office. The pride bun sat on the ground and pulled out a cigarette. Jackal looked at them before chuckling under her breath. “You definitely care less about things than Ama," the envy bun took out her own cigarette. Smoking in the church was not a big deal to either of the two. The pride ...

It was early in the day, a winter fair had been set up. Little stalls selling hot drinks, baked goods, knitwear, and decorations lined the perimeter of the fair. Everything in the center of the fair were games and activities, especially plenty of opportunities to have a photo op. Music played over the speakers that were strategically placed throughout the event. Many buns milled about the area, laughing and enjoying the day. A few stopped at the giant snowglobe ...