Hops

Once again, Hops was the second one out to the garden, finding Jarlath already working away on the plants. Not only that, but he had three different shears, one already in his hand and two sitting next to him. Hops had brought her own, but only the one. Jarlath looked really focused, giving her the confidence to sit next to him and hope she wasn't noticed. Of course, it didn't turn out that way. As soon as she started trimming, she heard the male's voice ring in her ears. "Make sure to only...

Hops had planned to wait for Jarlath in the garden, but as soon as she came outside, it seemed like she was the one that was late. Jarlath was on his hands and knees, grumbling to himself as he trying to organize a collection of pipes and metal. He had obviously been doing this for a while, if the small metal flowers throughout the garden were anything to go by. "Jarlath? What are you-?" She started, but before she could finish asking the question, she got her answer. "Sprinkler System." Sh...

Even in the fine, viceful city of Burrowgatory do office workers exist. To be able to account for carat profits, keeping buns paid and happy, and businesses afloat, the everyday desk warmer is a necessity. Unfortunately for Hana, she was shepherded into such a role not long after she was released to the rest of bunkind, confused and bewildered like most of her littermates. She tried to hang close to whoever friends she made over the past year of her existence, b...

What a wonderful night it has been, and how fortunate that there’s barely anyone at the bar to witness the aftermath, save for Hops and two customers who look worse for wear than Emerald. After seven drinks too many, Emerald has well and truly tested their limits - as they are inclined to do in the pursuit of that warm and woozy pleasure that alcohol embodies. Tonight, they have gone from delightfully dizzy to miserably nauseous. They have the dignity and stom...