MYO-3271: Arsene

On the outskirts of the Burrowgatory where morning rays crept in, the forest inhaled its first breath. Wild imps scurried through, between fallen logs and mossy undergrowth, and whatever other creepy crawlies passed through as though to beat the dawn that would soon greet them. The air was damp and pleasantly cool, thick with the lingering redolence of yesterday’s rain. Undisturbed by Succubuns and potential demons alike, it was an ideal scene for any appreciator of the outdoors. It’s why...

Now this was more his style. Arsene watched as buns tackled one another, throwing jabs left and right in their various forms. Those who were in doll form seemed to dance in a way familiar to the pride bun. It was in this cage fighting arena did Arsene find comfort, knowing the ebb and flow of exchanged fists that he could imagine it when his eyes closed. He longed to fight in a crowded arena, fans cheering him, his syndicate supporting him from the sidelines. He longed to fight som...

Signing up for the Church of Sulfur's blind date wasn't the difficult part, nor was visiting the venue, a brightly colored greenhouse garden, that was chosen for him. What *was* difficult for Arsene was whether or not he was overprepared or underprepared. Every new date had their own worries and he could only imagine what sort of encounter he would gain from them. It would be fine if it was in an area he knew or in a disclipine he knew (in this case, fighting and sparring). A greenhouse, thou...

Matentines was here and with it, a flurry of chaos the likes of which Arsene could only attest was to the season. Sure, their kind did enjoy every sinful pleasure that was allowed to them but when it included the small window that breeding *was* viable? It seemed to awaken every primal urge a bun could have and make even the most sensible of buns be overeager. Arsene, unfortunately, fell into that crowd. He had his wits about him certainly, but he was not immune to gnawing hunger that ...

Arsene had to hand it to Oleander and the Church of Sulfur for their creativity. The blind dates were going off without a hitch with buns were pairing off left and right. It seemed as though the Burrowgatory would have a successful Matentines this year. Yet, the pride bun thought maybe the Church had gone a little *too* far with their blind date ideas. He came across the blind date bulletin board, looking over the various date places for buns to go. Some included: a romantic dinner dat...

Matentines returned to the Burrowgatory and with it, all the hoops and obstacles that accompanied. Arsene, leaving the Church of Sulfur with an address neatly printed on a piece of paper, felt a familiar brush of anxiety that came with this time of year. Normally, he was happy to be propositioned and to indulge in the vices that their kind was known to do. He wasn't the exception to the rules, no, but anyone would be nervous if they had to *look* for a breeding partner, right? Even if it was ...

With most of the foot traffic settled for the day, all seemed settled at Dan’s confectionary shop. The owner let out a puff of relief, sweeping the front as clean as he could manage. Everyone had gotten the inspiration they needed from his mochi or at the very least, ate some, before going home to make their own offerings for Allocer. He scolded any bun who would try to pass off his handmade mochi as their own, though if they paid any heed to his warnings Dan wasn’t entirely sure. His own...

In the undead gardens behind Atlas’ house was a fluffle of buns. The host, Atlas, wandered from bun to bun with sparklers in hand, nodding courteously at his companions before handing them their individual sparklers. Mochi Moon was a time of gathering, of ringing in the New Year, and to celebrate until they passed out from overindulgence, of course. His imps trailed behind him, some fresh on his heels, others rested in the crook of his neck for safety. His pink loafki, Chantilly, found the ...

The familiarity of the Rabbit Hole was coupled only by Hops’ sweet visage in the distance. Though the patrons were next door at Wonderland Casino, wasting carats for the chance of more, Arsene felt at home where debauchery thrived. He could navigate the nightlife easily, though maybe one could argue it went hand in hand with the very essence of their existence. The large bun pulls a stool out from the counter, its metal bottom screeching a little in his act. This draws attention to its main...

Arsene returns to Dan’s workshop some weeks later after the insistence of his crew. He put his dango making skills to use and since then, his crew demanded he keep making them forever. Partially because they no longer had to spend carats but also it meant keeping their boss busy. A busy boss is a less strict boss, or so they hoped. Their hope wasn’t in vain as Arsene let up on most time consuming tasks and his overall hardiness, though he still kept them in line when they got a little too...

Leaning against the archway to Dan’s workshop, Arsene waits for the owner with polite consideration. This wasn’t his usual M.O. but the buns back at the gang had a sweet tooth that was on par with their big boss and honestly, who was he to deny them their treats? Instead of spending carats on sweets, he figures he could learn a thing or two or even use this apprenticeship as a worthy side hustle. Well, that is if Dan found him worthy. Anything that required knowledge to be handed...