MYO-4316: Yama

In the corner of the depth of the ballroom stood a monochromatic man, grasping tightly at the flute of champagne that rested in his hands.  Yama's face looked pissed, as if anyone who approached the man would be met with hostility, yet despite his rather angry looking facial expression, he body language was more relaxed.  Shoulders slack, and hands idly toying with flute, as opposed to drinking the contents it held.   ...

The night had been going well up until some point where Yama had gotten into an argument with his date. The pair had separated to give each other space and time to calm down. But it was still something that had weighed on Yama’s mind, enough so that he had taken to the comfort of the endless champagne the Gala offered. Yama was by no means drunk; hell, if asked, he wouldn’t even classify himself as tipsy, being so...

It was rare for Yama to attend social events of this magnitude, hell, any size, and one could expect the standoffish tailor to skip out on it entirely. Still, he was here, even if the man had taken respite against a wall in the grand venue. It was obvious by his posture that Yama was trying to avoid standing out too much, attempting to be obscured. To keep his hands busy, Yama swirled the champagne in his flute, a pensive expression on his face as he pressed the glass against his lips....

After dancing with Pierre, his date for this event, things got awkward when Pierre lashed out at Yama. Yama could tell that Pierre was thinking back to old times when the two were a couple, and perhaps Pierre still felt some bitterness towards Yama for how things had ended between them. Pierre wanted more than Yama was able to give, a full monogamous relationship, but that just wasn’t in the tailor's nature. He still cared greatly about their relationship, and...

Pierre was very insistent about his masquerade outfit, prattled off what he was looking for. "Make sure my tits will look good, I want to show at least some belly and leg, make sure I have the prettiest outfit there, you know what I like" and so on, so forth. While Pierre was picky, fussy, he did like surprises and knew giving Yama room for creativity would get him the best result. Once they'd completed the fitting and everything, Pierre found it hard to keep quiet about the party or try to k...

Finally, there had been respite from the mushrooms that had polluted his garden, and a stop to the onslaught of rain. May had arrived, and with it came warmer weather and blossoming flowers. It was hard to believe it was already getting closer to the midpoint of the year, but time did fly when one was busy. Such was the case for Yama, especially now. He had noticed an influx of customers, all bringing extravagant clothing they needed perfectly fitted to them. From word of mouth, he had learne...

It had been a few weeks since Yama took dango-making lessons with Burrogatory’s residential grump. The seamster had almost completely forgotten about the whole mochi-making lessons, the original reason he had to learn how to make dango to begin with. It wasn’t until he was out running errands in the nearby area, passing Dan’s dango store, that he remembered. While he thought about walking in there and seeing how...