BUN-172: Grim

The box that Hutch had sent over basically ensured that Grim was stocked up in black sesame treats for quite some time. However, even if imps didn’t need to breathe, that didn’t stop Ante from being very keenly aware of where the treat bags were. The purple bun made sure to store them in an upper shelf cabinet, but the Impup had been watching him the whole time, letting out tiny whines and whimpers as its white blank eyes were glued to the bag. ...

Hutch wasn’t kidding when he said he would take care of the expenses for the Impup. It only took the next day for a huge box of imp-related goods to arrive at his doorstep (Grim would only recall later that he did leave his address when he first became a member at the Imporium–at the owner’s behest, because that meant discounts and whatnot). He dragged the box inside the living room with a bit of difficulty, which immediately alerted the Impup he had livin...

“Oh, thank you, good customer! Actually, can I have your name? I’m trying my best to remember all of the buns that decided to help me with this team event to show that jerk the right way to raise imps!” Grim twiddled his thumbs. He once again found himself in a situation that he could’ve just ignored. Actually, that wasn’t c...

Grim wasn’t sure when he’d consider himself a regular, but the fact that the sleepy store clerk recognized him even if he had just entered the shop seemed like a good sign that he was. It seemed to be a coin toss on whether Shibani was awake or not, and either or would not surprise him. “Here to buy some dango again?” he asked with a yawn. It looked like he had just woken up from another nap, “Why not try so...

This didn’t feel like the first time Grim got himself in a situation he didn’t expect. Perhaps he shouldn’t be too open (or eager?) about helping out, but well…it wasn’t like he was being open nor eager, it just so happened that he was in the right place at the right time (for the one who needed help). And that he was free, he supposed. Or the other party just looked that desperate. In this case, it was the ...

Grim had become a regular customer to Dan’s dango shop at this point, and that was completely fine for both parties - Dan certainly appreciated the business (though he certainly did not seem like he was hurting financially - there was always a steady stream of buns in the store) and Grim appreciated the high-quality products that he was buying for both him and Paroli, his Sceil. Today was one such trip to the city, and he was feeling the heat of the summer bea...

It was a favor from Dan that seemed to have set off this chain of events. Grim would’ve never thought himself to become entangled in this if it weren’t for it, but here he was, playing Bunlock Holmes to figure out the disappearance of some rather expensive flowers. Actually, it wasn’t Dan that was planting these flowers, but the buns from the Wonderland Casino. It wasn’t a place he frequented, but he was familiar with it by name at the very least. ...

For the most part of his recent days, Grim had been generally keeping to himself, either tending to his garden, caring for the little Sceil he had adopted, or browsing through the internet. The last one of these was the most dangerous–for a pride bun that still had some bits of his vice ingrained in him, it was hard to see other buns seemingly living their lives happily and luxuriously while he…well… He had mixe...