MYO-033: TARO

As a general rule, Kuro does n o t imbibe. He drank when he was a younger bun, certainly - by the bottle full. Those were years when he could afford to swerve his motorcycle across the road and around the burrow streets and end up dragging his drunken tail into his home. Of course, it's not that his body has changed significantly, as succubuns are gifted with long and hard to end lives, but it's a mental block! He's old dammit - or he's going to act like it, at least! Ignore the fac...

“Any good Imp looks best in a tie, Kuro,” Taro complains to his boyfriend.Kuro, meanwhile, is holding his two egghels. One creature sits in the palm of each of his hands, barely peeping out of their shells, glaring at Taro from the safety of them. Kuro’s own face is in a similar disposition, a frown of disappointment at his boyfrien...

Two dolls stand on the burrowgatory beach… and neither of them want to be there. Kuro is setting up a booth, currently, on the edge of the path to the waterway. The table is stacked with bunbles. Beside the table is a cooler filled with ice and bottles of water. Such is the perfect tactic, crafted by Mercy themselves, to lure in buns off the hot sand and to the table dedicated to the religion so their most willing, most eager, most charismatic priest can attem...

"We are rabbits. I am plenty warm the way I was made." "For the last time Kuro we are bunnies. You may be happy to freeze your… assets off but I know the proper way...