Burrow Sweet Burrow: The Study

Yipp's hair whisps behind it as it opens the door to its study, the heat built up from the walls of servers a barrier for it to pass through. Imps push through before the door's even open enough for Yipp to get through herself. It never felt the need to train them not to be excited for what happens here. The door is left open to help cool the room.

Controlled, evenly-timed steps on tile (how it loves the sound of hooves on tile!) take Yipp to a computer adjacent to the servers. It takes the end off of a recording device, revealing a USB dongle, and pushes it into a port on the tower beside the desk. It does not miss the port or have to adjust at all for the device to slot in smoothly. The monitor on the desk awakens and displays a popup with a progress bar that doesn't seem like it will be full anytime soon. Behind the window is a photo of the many imps that live in this place. Yipp bends over halfways to view the screen, lifting a leg in the other direction to attempt to compensate for the restrictions her bodysuit provides. She’s experienced just enough sudden ridings-up of her clothing to know to raise a leg, but not enough to know she should just learn to sit down before viewing the screen. Satisfied with what she sees, she swings her back leg forward and drops onto a well-cushioned rolling chair, decompressing totally. 

An Impup walks up to the chair and barks. Yipp lifts her glasses away from her face and lazily hangs the hand holding them over the arm of the chair. “Just on the desk, Smart TV,” she mutters to the imp before it takes the glasses into its mouth. It runs to a set of imp-sized stairs up to the desk and drops the glasses there before returning to the large Impup bed it shares with its siblings on the other side of the room.

Air squeals into the chair as a smaller, fuzzier Yipp further reclines into the chair. Her Bulbugs crawl up onto the desk, watching the screen and blinking their lights at it. One in particular, Surge Protector, crawls up onto her belly, turns around, and nestles there, just so its lightless bulb is in the middle of its owner’s vision. The little imp watches the screen patiently, waiting for the data transfer completion sound to play so that it can flash its light. Tiny hooves pet Surge’s head for a job well done, and Yipp closes its eyes to enjoy the moment. 

A fan pointed at the desk chair pushes warm air through its fur, a blanket of its own in the dim room only lit by the monitor and the various motherboard lights around the room. There's no one to have to interact with, the Impups are tuckered out and resting, and data is being transferred and transcribed for later analysis. Despite my extensive research, this, Yipp thinks to herself, nothing surpasses this.

No more than 15 minutes later, a blinking light awakens the bun from her slumber. Yipp, suddenly much more fitting in her clothing, leans forward in her chair as Surge crawls out from under her shirt. She dons her somewhat-slobbery glasses and takes hold of the computer's mouse. Her other hand pulls the recording device out of the tower and places it in front of the other Bulbugs for them to investigate. A window of plain text transcribing every discussion she's had today is already open for her reading. Now's time for the exciting work.