MYO-4059: Kyril

Knock, knock, knock. “Come in!”  Haruspex pushed open the heavy wooden door to Mercy’s private office, closing it softly behind him as the nun looked up from their paperwork. “Oh, Father Haruspex, hello.”  Haruspex returned their soft smile. “Forgive me for interrupting, Mercy. I was wondering if Angora had...

“- and I sweep around the pews as well; you’d be surprised what items get left behind.”  Mercy looked down at the written list Haruspex had handed them, and back up at him. “You do all of this every night?”  ...

Balancing his grocery bags on his hip, Ari dug his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the front door, calling out a greeting to Mosaic. The Lust doll kicked the door closed behind him and headed to the kitchen to put everything away.  “Ari, come here when your hands are free, please!”  It didn’t sound like an emergency, so Ari took the time to put the perishables a...

Feleli stretched his arms above his head with a soft sigh before glancing down at the sewing machine in front of him with the iridescent fabric attached. He reached for his sketchbook nearby to review the design using this fabric before nodding to himself. It was going swimmingly and the fabric was actually cooperating which pleased the tentacled bun greatly. His previous project on the machine had been an absolute nightmare and he had to switch projects before his patience ran out. Not to me...

Haruspex looked into the kind eyes of the priest across from him. He’d all but escaped the main area of the Bunnery after a baby bun innocently reached up to investigate the thin fabric wraps covering his eyes. His flight instinct held off long enough for Haruspex to put the bun safely back into its bassinet, but only barely.  “I...

No.  Ari sat up and fluffed his pillow, flipping it over and fluffing it again. He lay back down, and sighed.  No.  He rolled over, gently pushing Emelia to the side as he tried to make himself comfortable.  ...

Ari settled back into the plush couch and put his feet on the table, using the opportunity to take a break from the ridiculous heels he’d brought to work today. Kyril had scoffed when Ari walked into the cafe that morning, but several of his other coworkers had complimented them, one even begging him for the shop’s name. He stretched languidly, making a satisfied noise in the back of his throat as he did so. He grabbed his cup of coffee in one hand and pulle...