MYO-3378: VISCILI AVRAAMOVICH

"We're clo-oh hello Viscili." Ione changed their usual chastising tone to a more casual tone as they greeted the grumpy purple greed doll who disdainfully stared at them inside the currently closed cafe. Ah right, they had gone drinking the night prior and Ione had somehow managed to weasel their way out of staying too long due to needing to work the next day and had reassured their partner that they would be fine on their own going home. "The usual coming up" Ione sounded slightly amu...

Varrik knew something was off the second he crossed the threshold into The Daily Grind to Limon leaning on the counter from behind the register and looking unusually serious. Not only that but Damien and his bodyguards were at a closer table instead of their usual secluded table. Vadim seemed tense just from the unusual sight and Viscili raised an eyebrow at Limon only for her to simply request for their orders. No explaination. Not yet. Vadim swiped a sip from his flask as they all placed th...

Ione absolutely hated it when matentines came around cause it meant increase in pure stupidity they and their employees had to face daily at The Daily Grind. They had set up a large sign in the front window several days prior that required patrons to use supressments before entering as to avoid breaking the cafe's rules, and a small landline phone had been set up near the window for them to place orders with some ease. Ione themselves were struggling with adjusting their dose of their ...

Azrael had been having a long day. Somehow almost every single one of the central Shadow Syndicate members had been in and out of his office for one thing or another:    Varrik Rurikovich had gotten into a scrap with someone who had gotten a bit too direct with one of his partners and made them uncomfortable. So he’d had to wrangle the much larger GluttonyDoll into sitting down and staying still for the hou...

Somehow for whatever fucking reason Ione still couldn't come up with, they had been invited by and forcefully dragged along with their best friend and partner, Limon and Varrik to go drinking with some of others from Shadow Syndicate.Really it was more so Ione could keep an eye on Limon who had considerably lower tolerance compared to Ione. Someone had to keep the citrusy lust in line after all. Much to Ione's chagrin, they had been immediately ditched at the bar entrance with a ...

If anyone asked Ione how they got into a relationship with Varrik especially when they were quite different, Ione would look fairly annoyed while Limon easily intervened with "Oh yeah that was kind of a slow burn. Cute through!" that easily had the taller doll lightly smacking the back of her head with a soft yet sharp "Shush, woman." Really, if this story is to be told it has to go back to the day Limon brought Varrik in along with Viscili and Vadim to Ione's cafe; Daily Grind. ...

It was a thankfully quiet day with patrons coming in and sticking around to either study, relax or do some work of their own. That had generously allowed Ione the precious time to be in the kitchen whipping some tasty food up to sell. They stretched out their limbs only to pause at the sounds of a familiar voice ordering something and came out of kitchen to see a certain crystal greed doll who seemed...nervous? He was standing next to a slightly taller prideful doll who Ione did not recognize...