MYO-037: 🐴 Chanti 🐴

Chanti sits at his kitchen table, scratching his head and pouring over an old, tattered book. To his side lies a beautiful bouquet of flowers in varying shades of blue, a very tasteful gift. But when it arrived, it came without a card saying who it was from or even what the flowers are. Simply “To Chanti” written on the tag looped around the stems. The guide he’s using is pretty useless too. With no knowledge of flowers beyond the bog-standard rose and dai...

Two buns trudge up a snowy trail in the dim light of a poorly-lit area of Burrowgatory. As Chanti peers over the edge of the mountain trail, he can barely see the lights of the city below. Up this high, the mist obscures the light of civilization and only serves to illustrate how far in the boonies the lovebirds are. “Chanti, are you sure we’re going the right way? This seems really remote to have a luxury resort�...

Chanti pauses in front of the row of shops, hand to his mouth in thought. He’s reviewing the shopping list he brought along- the only entries being various kinds of dango. He wanted to jazz up his Uniqor herd by introducing some new colors with dango, but now he’s not so sure that it would even be worth it. Why bother buying a pricey watermelon dango if the Uniqor don’t like it, much less change color? He had fi...

Chanti sighs sadly as he wraps a carrot muffin neatly into a napkin and places it alongside a chopped salad and a bottle of juice in a metal lunchbox. Ivan had told him the previous evening that he was going to pull an all-nighter in his studio, and Chanti thought it would be nice to pack his boyfriend a lunch. At least one of them would be eating well. Unfortunately for Chanti, Ivan being gone for the evening meant that dinner was most likely going to be dry oa...

The lead-up to the Gossamer Gala was a bit intense for Ivan and Chanti. Due to the circumstances of Chanti’s invite and Ivan’s general hesitance to go, neither of them had procured outfits in advance. But once his attendance was assured, Chanti immediately ran out and got himself an outfit that he thought suited him- and wasn’t too hard on the wallet either. The Western-inspired outfit probably wasn’t exactly ...

Chanti sighs and kicks his legs while he pages through a magazine at his dinner table. He’s down in the mouth- possibly even a little bitter as the highfalutin’ buns of renown and fame dish and chat about their predictions and plans for that year’s Gossamer Gala. Who’s going, what they’re wearing, what scandalous hijinks they’ll get up to… Every topic on the subject of the Gala makes the prideful bun’s eyes go green (figuratively) with envy. He k...

Taptaptap-tippy-tap… A restless hoof beats a tattoo on the tile floors of the owner’s abode. By his count, Ivan has kept Chanti waiting almost 15 minutes, making the latter bun nearly mad with impatience. He peeks out his door and watches with despair as three more couples make their way to the inner city. To a better spot in the lines. Chanti groans and lets his head rest on the doorframe. ...