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Mauritius slouched in his chair, looking around Yuzu Unlimited as he waited.  He’d managed to show up a bit earlier than he was supposed to - mostly because he had wanted to take an extended look at the menu.  He’d learned by now that not every bun enjoyed listening to him interrogate servers about every item on the menu and their ingredient sources and quality.  Crepe and Spot might both be patient with it - and of course Madeira joined in with him and w...

Per Primrose's instructions, Filigree was wearing a very simple pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt as she headed to the Embassy. Her shoulders and back ached from the work they had done the day before - not only harvesting the ambrosia flowers, but separating them into their differing parts. It had taken all day and part of the night - and here she was, bright and early in the morning, heading right back to the Embassy to keep working. She wanted to go back to bed so badly. ...

The kitchen floor was hardly the most comfortable place to sleep, but as Madeira looked down at Mauritius, she suspected she was just going to have to leave him there. She was perfectly capable of hauling his weight, but she wasn't sure about those long limbs. It did seem kind of shitty to just leave him there, especially after he'd had such a good time out at Mochi Moon celebrations, so, she considered her options. She just didn't want him to wake up aching from sleeping on the floor....

As Madeira trotted through the crowds, Mauritius did his best to keep up with her. It really felt like it should be easier - he had longer legs in doll form, he was taller… but Madeira just moved so fucking fast. He had no idea how she did it, either, or how she had learned to do it. She just... did. He wished she would move just a little bit slower so he would be less at risk of losing her in the crowds. Honestly, he didn't even know where they were going. Madeira had said sh...

Mauritius had no difficulties keeping pace with Madeira, so he didn’t know why she kept looking back for him as if to make sure he hadn’t gotten lost.Admittedly, Burrowgatory did still confuse him in a multitude of ways - just… none of those ways had anything to do with directions.His head did spend a lot of time turning, though, just so he could stare at things and take in more of the sights.  It was his first Mochi Moon, after all.  He wanted to ensure it was...

All Vivian wanted after a very long day and night celebrating Mochi Moon was to just flop into bed, pull her weighted blanket over herself, and sleep for two days.  (Well.  She would wake up a lot sooner than that, logically, but sleeping for two days always sounded ideal by the point she actually made it to her bed…   She managed to make it past her door, barely remembering to lock it behind her.  T...

Although Vivian had, by and large, cut most ties to the old life she had led after arriving in Burrowgatory, it didn’t mean she eschewed all of it, particularly not the celebrations.  Her old life had just bored her, that was all - it hadn’t been bad.  She loved the same foods, the same drinks… And boy did she still love mochi and dango. Mochi Moon was one of the rare times she felt closest to her old life, especially when she set foot into Dan’s Dango, hooves tapping ...

Vivian danced through the crowd at the Rabbit Hole, weaving her way between the press of bodies, intent on her destination - the bar. This all might have excited her once, but it all seemed... terribly dull now. Where was the pizzazz? Where was the life? The adrenaline? The fun? Murmur's sake, she didn't want to spend her time making idle chitchat with strangers who wanted to fuck her anymore - she wanted to have fun damn it! Unfortunately, she was pretty sure that nobody in the...

As she rode the elevator up to the Heavenly Embassy, Filigree looked over notes on her phone, frowning as she considered the list of contracts she was supposed to review today. One musician’s band contract, three lease agreements, one mortgage, two loans, and one book contract. Usually she only had one contract to deal with most days - some buns had been very busy to have this much work for her today. She stopped by Paradise Café first to get an Angora Latte before heading into the ...

The insistent buzz of her phone woke Filigree slowly from her rest. Bleary eyed, she opened the case to look at the screen, wincing at the light - but soon her eyes were wide open as she went to answer. “Primrose? Is something wrong?” she asked. “The ambrosia we planted is ready to harvest,” he said. “Get here soon.” Then he hung up, leaving her to stare blankly at the phone for a moment. Get there… soon…? The first step to getting anywhere was gett...

Madeira stirred, smelling the bottle of alcohol that she had fallen asleep eating after a late shift. It reminded her sleeping mind of other scents, and it wandered... The gardens were fragrant and in bloom, and Madeira leaned over to pluck a blueberry from the bush, smiling as she popped it into her mouth. It was delicious as always. She loved the taste of the berries in Malthus' garden, and they were perfectly ripe so it was truly delicious in her mouth. Something nagged at he...

“Have you ever tried mochi, Madeira?” Dee’s seemingly innocuous question caught the chef off balance. (Admittedly, Dee had a tendency to do that to her - she had no idea what to do with the erotica writer ever - even when she wasn’t flirting with her). She did at least know the answer to Dee’s question, even if she was wary of why she was asking. “No, I haven’t.” Dee didn’t need to know that it was because she was too poor to afford it still - her restaurant’...

“Come on, Madeira, we want to get a good spot!” “Sorry, sorry, I’ll be there in a second!” Madeira forced herself to put down the lipstick and turn away from the mirror. She didn’t know if it looked right - her lips didn’t have that nice look that she saw on Angora’s lips, but Hops had encouraged her to try it anyways, telling her to think of makeup like ‘playing with a new toy’. She wasn’t sure she’d ever had a toy before, but she’d done her bes...

As she walked, Filigree debated what she should have for lunch today. There were a few cafés with food around the Heavenly Embassy, which was a blessing for the tourists, residents, and volunteers alike. Even if Primrose harped on about how cooking for oneself was better for the mind and spirit, she knew perfectly well he didn’t like doing it for lunch as much as she didn’t. Just before she actually left the offices, Primrose caught her and dropped a thick bag of coffee beans into...

“Hey Dan!” Dan wondered, not for the first time, if he should have rescinded his offer to Andi. Teaching her to make dango had been an awful hassle - teaching her to make mochi was likely to be just as awful of an ordeal. He knew he had made the offer mostly because it would mean having to deal with her girlfriend, Kaili, less - and swore to himself it would be worth it when he could go a week without hearing her say 'the dark savior requires mochi'. Anything was worth it to keep h...

Sweet Dreams 1 The dawn was nigh by the time Andi and Kaili managed to reach their front door once more. Well, to be perfectly accurate, it was mostly Andi doing the reaching. Kaili was unconscious already on her back, and nine of their combined ten imps were snoozing on Andi's head and shoulders - and even Kaili's head. The only exception was poor Sir Turtonator the Third, who Andi carried gently in her hands like a burger. That... did make opening the door a bit difficu...

Andi stared dubiously at the sparkler in her hand. When was it supposed to start, well, sparkling? Everybody else’s seemed to have lit up properly, but hers… just hadn’t. Spying Dan on the way to grab some mochi, she trotted nervously to catch up to him. “Hey Dan! Uhh… are there any spare sparklers? Mine hasn’t worked yet so…” Dan must have been more tired than he would ever want to admit to, because he didn’t actually question it when the dumbest succubun he h...

Thud! Thud! Andi raised the mallet for another swing. One more swing, and she’d be done with this set, and ready to shape the mochi. She didn’t like doing that quite as much as she liked pounding it with the mochi mallet, but with a crowd of nine imps watching her eagerly, she could hardly disappoint them - especially not with Mochi Moon coming up. She swung the mallet again, grinning broadly as it connected with the mochi. It was too bad you had to ...