“Uh… hey buddy, I think your clothes are…”
Waking with a start, Dagasho looked around and came face to face with another bun who looked upon him—as he sat there snoozing away while his laundry tumbled around—with a concerned expression.
“Oh. Uhh… my laundry? Sir…”“A-ah. You can call me Bubble. Or Bubs. But uh...