MYO-4316: Yama

It was that time of the year again, where instinct kicked in and that desire to just get comfortable and burrow invaded his senses.  It felt like an itch he couldn’t scratch until he caved in- and truly what harm could be done from just listening to his instinct? Perhaps it was the mess he’d have to clean up afterwards that kept him from acting so soon, yet even with those hesitations Yama found himself on his feet already, blankets cradled in his arms....

Another day, and more time spent with an attractive occupant of the burrows. Call Yama shallow if you must, but this rabbit likes who he likes, choosing to admire the confectioner. Their personalities seemed similar, Yama also appearing to look perpetually grumpy, conversation short. The only thing that seemed to be different between the two was, well, Yama had a habit of forming crushes rather easily. Which is exactly why he stood in Dan’s shop, listening as the mochi expert instructed him...

Yama wasn’t sure how it got to this point, his hands wrapped around a cocktail shaker, vigorously shaking away as he felt the cool sting of the metal container quickly growing colder. Oh, right. Hops, the bartender. Yama may or may not have had a crush on the pink rabbit, but truth be told, there were a lot of rabbits that made Yama a little nervous. How was he supposed to help it with all the attractive beings in Burrowgatory? Call it a sin. ...

Yama sat in the comfort of his home, lounging in a plush chair as he examined the tear in his scarf. It was small, nothing too alarming, easily fixable. Running his hand along the tear, he briefly pondered when it might have formed before rising from his seat. With purpose, he strode to his dresser, pulling open the top drawer and rummaging through its contents until he found what he needed: a pair of metal scissors with blue handles. Alongside the scissors, he retrieved a sewing needle, the ...