BUN-079: Inari

Normally, Kyanite was good about knowing when to call it quits and rest from a project, or at least change his perspective so he could get new ideas – but something about this one was really getting to him. It wasn't necessarily that he felt a lack of confidence in his skills or how the clock was turning out – rather, this client in particular was far fussier than anyone he'd ever worked...

City errands had ended up taking less time than Kyanite expected, so he decided to take some time to mill about in one of the parks. Usually he'd saunter over to one of the convenience stores to obtain a very much, absolutely reasonable, not at all absurd amount of junk snacks – but lately, Kyanite had noticed that most if not all stores and facilities had been absolutely plastered...

It was a bright and early March morning; the heat of the previous month was already ebbing away, and Burrowgatory was starting to stink a lot less of pheromones and horniness. Instead, depending on where one was, it was replaced with a distinct smell of…a clash of things. Things fried, cooked, seared and simmered–savory, sweet, sour? A mix of things in between? It was really hard to say, and Anna didn’t have a nose for this stuff. While she enjoyed eating ...

If dredging her memories from way back before she was tossed into Burrowgatory, she could recall little, but she liked to think that at some point in her life she had been held by Lord Murmur himself, or maybe that was just one of the many nun buns that had to take care of her. Anna did consider it, actually, becoming a nun…but upon learning more about it, the job itself didn’t appeal to her, or to at least do it for what seemed like forever.  ...