[February : Gift] Major Magenta Malfunction

“Uh… hey buddy, I think your clothes are…”

Waking with a start, Dagasho looked around and came face to face with another bun who looked upon him—as he sat there snoozing away while his laundry tumbled around—with a concerned expression.

“Oh. Uhh… my laundry? Sir…”
“A-ah. You can call me Bubble. Or Bubs. But uh… yeah, your laundry’s done, buddy; it’s been done for fifteen minutes…” Of course there were more open machines at this particular laundromat and Bubble’s own laundry was chugging away so he didn’t have a need for Dagasho’s machine… but it’s probably best to let the guy know, right?
“Pleasure to meet ya, Bubble—the name’s Dagasho, by the by—and thank ya kindly.”

As Dagasho started fishing his clothes out, Bubble looked upon him with recognition; yeah, it’s kinda hard to miss this guy’s shop even if you tried. It’s also kinda hard to miss him when he’s screaming his head off… like right now.

“AW… AW NO…”

Much to the older bun’s dismay, he pulled out a pink-tinted piece of fabric. And another… and another… and another. Looks like someone didn’t properly separate his colors from his whites and forgot to add a color catcher…

“Ahh…” Despite being shocked, Bubble looked on with only a mild amount of interest. “Uh… my condolences.”
“Oh… ‘s alright. Nothin’ a li’l color remover can’t fix…”

And with a sigh, Dagasho loaded the rest of his laundry into his basket and lumbered out the door. Things really don’t go well for him around this time of year, and it shows. Bubble craned their neck out the door to watch him go… and with a confused shrug, they went back to their own laundry. Hope that guy can figure something out.

…

The suzu bells that hung over the door frame of Sparkling Skies Inc. rang gently, causing Dagasho to look up from his grumpy, pouting seat to the door.

“Welcome to Sparkling Skies Inc., home of the brightest booms this side of Burrowgatory — we’re running a special Matentines sale, but we take no liability for fireworks that get shoved up any asses—”
“Oh, you know you don’t have to give me the whole rundown, Sho. To think you’d have to add that to your sales pitch… ufufu.”
“Aw jeez. What’s yer fancy on this fine day, Anima?”

Dagasho stood up and wandered out from around the counter to greet his ex-wife, though when Anima caught sight of Dagasho’s full set of attire… she couldn’t help but giggle harder, placing a hand against the wooden counter for support.

“Oh, what now?”
“Dear Sho, pink’s a good color for you…”

Everything about his outfit was pretty much the same… except for his fundoshi, which was a very unusual shade of pastel pink… and now Dagasho’s face was turning a fun shade of pink as well. He couldn’t get the color out after the wash, after all… and with his budget the way it was, he couldn’t justify buying new ones until after he'd pushed his wares… thank the great demons that buns like blowing things up to be romantic.

With a huff and an embarrassed pout, Dagasho put his hands on his hips to give Anima one of those “looks”… and Anima took that opportunity to snap a quick photo after she finished having her laugh.

“OI!”
“Ufufu… I was coming to collect payment for Petunia’s food, but I think this is all the payment I’ll be needing. Now to upload this to Buntter…”
“Anima I have the carats right here! You don’t gotta do that! C’mon, I’ve got too much on my plate already!”
“But dear, isn’t wearing pink a good thing around this time of the year? Annnd… posted. Keep your pink undies on, Sho — it ought to bring in good business.”

As Anima “ufufu”d out the door, Dagasho slumped back into his seat behind the counter with a sigh. A real storm, she was… he still gets flustered to this day… how’d that picture turn out anyways? Dagasho wasn’t an expert at using social media, but he knew enough to get to Anima’s Buntter page and look around.

Spotted someone wearing pink unexpectedly! Uh ohhhhh >u> #EntreprenursOfBurrowgatory #Matentines #WardrobeCheck #SpecialFireworksSale

“… ten thousand likes. ‘Slayyy zaddy’ … What does that even mean? Geez.”

And for the next several hours, Dagasho subjected himself to scrolling through a Buntter comment section, getting increasingly more confused with each post he read.