MYO-1310: Klaus💼

It was an inexorable fact that given any sort of party or celebration in the Burrowgatory, Breakfast would be in attendance. The bun was drawn to the sound of music or rowdiness as if by some demonic, magnetic force, and with Breakfast these days often came her shadow, or better or worser half (depending on who you asked and at what point in the ravelry they found themselves in) Klaus.   Equally inevitable was...

Another new year. If asked, Klaus would say he didn’t hate the new year. The idea of celebrating the coming of another long cycle of seasons in the Burrowgatory wasn’t lost on him. Festivals, sparklers, fireworks, food, drink. Yes, yes. It was all very fun he was sure, though before meeting Breakfast, he never attended. Not for some strange reason or anything.    ...

Klaus rarely had a favorite anything. Upon being asked, Klaus hated all things with a burning passion that often manifested in nothing other than a deep frown. Other than his secretive, not so secretive, love of all things pink, plush, and cute, he had few things that made him happy. Breakfast was a big one, but he wasn’t going to count her, since she was in a league of her own. Among the buns few favorite things, o...

“You are truly a detestable creature,” Klaus said, shortly after entering his apartment to see his prized imp tearing into one of his sofa cushions. Pookie stopped abruptly when she finally spotted her owner watching, eyes wide and horribly sad, as if she had any chance of understanding what Klaus had said about her.   She didn’t understand… right? Klau...

While a crowded Toy Fair may not have been Klaus’s ideal destination for his rare morning off, Breakfast knew his secret. It was even more secret than his love for cute pastel things, which was obvious to anyone that witnessed the pair together, more secret than the silly names he gave his pet stroodle. That secret was… his love of tabletop games, specifically Bungeons & Dragons.   ...

It was the perfect gift, but Breakfast knew from personal experience that Klaus didn’t just… accept gifts. In fact, informing him that she had a gift would be the quickest way to ensure that she didn’t see him for at least a week or so. Such a stalemate could feasibly go on forever, Klaus insisting that she take back whatever trinket she’d purchased before he could meet her eyes again. No, she’d have to surprise him with it… or get him over to her pl...

Of all the places that Breakfast could have taken him, it had to be the place that Klaus enjoyed the least. A festival in Burrowgatory, and something during the summer to top it off. Klaus on a good day didn’t do well with people. Pair that with a mountain of noise, constant brushing of fur on fur, and the sheer amount of color, he wanted to return quickly to bed. But, after arriving at his office, the pink bundle of energy wouldn’t leave until she had a dat...