If you give Shibani a pillow

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…

Even from where he was, he could see the pillow spilling out from the room with the pillow pile, like people spilled out of Dan’s Dango after clearing the shelves of their fresh goods. Apparently, some succubuns would sneak in and for some reason dig through that pillow pile for carats. And Shibani LET them–personally, Bonemeal wouldn’t let others dig through his couch cushions, but hey–that’s probably a personal preference of his. Really madman that he was.

Leaning against the wall by the table, Bonemeal waited for Shibani to get settled down. And the shorter bun did come, slowly, as he did his own thing of rolling off the pillows and not-roll over to him…he was politely determined to see him, meandering as he did, before finally hopping onto the chair that was sat by the table. That was something…Bonemeal was expected that day, that time…seemed like Shibani needed a little nap, so he didn’t say anything.

Giving him a second wake and then, to notice it, only then did Bonemeal take the large paper wrapped gift off the table. Pulling it off the surface of the table as light as it was, but treating it as heavy or delicate as could be, he held it out to offer it from his hands to the other’s.

The thin, decoratively printed paper crinkled when it went from his hands to Shibani’s, a quickly evidently light package at hand. The sleepy sloth bunny seemed to take in this lack of weight, tilting his head at it even with his eyes half-lidded, and Bonemeal smiled before nodding over at the shorter succubun, “So? Happy birthday?”

Holding up a palm to his mouth to yawn into, the package now momentarily pressed between his body and the table in a slovenly manner, Shibani blinked a few times. And then, finally, glancing up between Bonemeal sleepily, and then down at the package he had taken from him, “Oh…it’s a little early.” His voice was airy, but with a tone of slight disbelief.

Giving a shrug in response, his curled ears springy with the bobbing motion, and letting out a chuckle, “Yeah, I wanted to get this to you in person before you get swamped next week.” Get swamped on the day of his actual birthday. Hands resting in the pockets of his snuggy hoodie, the lighter in it cold as it pressed against the back of his hand, the cigarette packet crinkling quietly out of sight…he watched the shorter succubun’s face to see his reaction.

At least pleased with his own choice of gift for the guy, he figured picked right, and he figured he’d see a smile.

“Thank you, it’s–” Digging his thin, pale fingers into the thin paper, Shibani first felt the soft material at his fingertips. Finally tearing off the wrapping, his eyes rested on the shape of yet another soft pillow for his pile, “–thank you.”

There’s another shrug, before Bonemeal let out a passive but strongly dismissive wave. Shibani hugged the pillow all the same, his eyes momentarily following the fallen wrapping as the taller succubun spoke, “We’re friends, but, maybe we haven’t been the closest. The ‘best of friends’...as the kids call it. I didn’t want to guess your hobbies nowadays, give you some crap you’d have to regift. So, here I am, just giving you something I figured you’d use.”

“Hmm…and, I will.” Pausing after a thought, shutting his eyes and resting his chin on the new pillow for that moment, almost looking like he was about to fall asleep smiling with the soft material against his face…Shibani’s eyes finally opened again, and it was Bonemeal’s turn to tilt his head as the shorter succubun looked up at him again, “Did you bring cake?”

“Nope.”