MYO-1169: Bonemeal

Ah, yes, the back of Dan’s Dango. The area of which the elusive donation shop was situated. It wasn’t quite like other shops in Burrowgatory, as you could pick things up for free from it...and…there was next to nothing in stock. Could it really be called a shop? Was Dan indulging his white haired succubun? Was this all a money laundering scheme, somehow? Nah, dango and mochi were ever the popular food item around here, so probably now… ...

Hey, that toy kind of looking like… Picking it up from the basket of others like it, Bonemeal rolled back a sleeve and held the length of it up against his arm. Yeah, it did look like the bone shaped mark of his arm, around the same size too. Peering over at the cardboard with a price taped to the basket, the succubun held up the bone to the distracted seller, which read like a ‘hey, I’ll take one’. Catching t...

“Tch, ah..kind of tart?” Chewing on the crisp, juicy bite of apple, the ‘tartness’ caused Bonemeal to suck his teeth a little after answering the shorter succubun’s query. Lapping the side of his own lips, some of the juice of the apple dripped from his mouth when he first bit into it. Not wanting to look like a complete weirdo, use his whole tongue to lick up his chin and sides of his mouth…he brought up the sleeve of his snuggie hoodie to swipe the...

“What’s he got there?” The envy Succubun, if she was startled by Bonemeal’s presence and question, didn’t show it. Turning her head to give him a stare, his mixed gaze momentarily settled on those antler-horns, her head turned back down to the lapels of the passed out drunk clenched in her fist. She promptly dropped him back behind the dumpster, before turning the half-crumpled packet in her hand and scannin...

“Can I get a Clawdka?” His claws scraped along the surface of the bar counter lightly, and moments later he was served up his drink. With a click, Hops set it down and seemed to be watching his reaction. Pointedly, he turned the glass so he wouldn’t have to drink from the cut–or chipped…whatever side. Somebody once said it tasted like a permanent marker…there had never been a perfect descriptor for this dr...