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“Oh, thank you for coming!” Mercy clasps their hands together gratefully as Jae-eun arrives. Immediately, they thrust a nun’s habit at her. “We’re a bit run off our feet, here. You know how it is! You must’ve looked after plenty of pregnant buns over the past couple of weeks.”   Nodding, Jae-eun knows all too much about it. She changes into the nun’s attire, adjusting the habit to suit her....

“Oh, I’m sorry dear, but I’m afraid you can’t go out to play with the other buns today either.” Tutting, the demon caretaker reads a thermometer with a frown. Patting Velveteen’s head, they tuck them up in bed again. “You’re to stay in bed until that fever goes down. You’ll have rice porridge later, but I’ll bring it to you.”   Sighing, Velveteen is used to this. Reluctantly lying back ag...

“I’m delighted you could make it!” The little cherubun excitedly scuttles to grab Jae-eun’s coat and hang it up. What a darling little thing. Jae-eun encountered them when they came to the hospital with Jackal to get a checkup. Jae-eun can’t say that she quite likes Jackal’s apartment, but this sweet little Dove was so excited about potentially having visitors that who was Jae-eun to deny them?   J...

“What do you think of fleece?” Peter takes a roll of fabric off his shelf, holding it out to Jae-eun. Pinching it between her fingers, she frowns. “Fleece?” She asks, uncertain. “It’d make a warm jacket,” Peter continues, nodding towards the large fluffy coat hanging over her shoulders. Indicating towards a row of fleece rolls, he smiles. “We’ve got lots o...

As a hospital director, Jae-eun oversees the running of one of the largest hospitals in Burrowgatory. She makes sure that her staff deliver the highest standard of care to all succubuns and new incoming cherubuns. It’s quite a learning experience, these new cherubuns. They’re completely different to succubuns, and Jae-eun is doing all the research she can in order to give them top standard medical care as they so deserve.   ...

On days off, Velveteen likes to spend time in Peter’s shop. They love to run their hands over the rolls of fabric, delve through the remnants basket and choose scraps of fabric to get more stock on, and look at all the new tailored outfits that Peter is working so hard on. Velveteen is at ease here, lounging at the back of the shop reading a magazine where Peter stitches together new garments.    “Taking ...

“You see, it’s really easy once you get the hang of it.”  Flicking their wrist, Hutch makes a motion with their hands towards the black chirop they’re training. The chirop flaps its wings, fluttering up and around in the air. Watching with interest, Quince’s eyes light up.    “How should I call it back?” �...

As Hops shakes the cocktail mixer, she can’t help but bounce a little on her feet, hopping in time to the same rhythm as she shakes the mixer. Holding it out with a flourish, she deftly pours the mixture through a sieve into an awaiting glass. Removing the sieve, she adds a little more ice. Adding the soft drink mixture, she twirls it around expertly with a plastic stirrer. Finally, she adds a lemon and lime garnish before handing it over to the latest patron....

“Thoughts? Opinions?” Pulling back the curtain, Peter looks at his creation as Velveteen turns in the mirror, watching their reflection from this angle and that. Striking a pose, Velveteen raises their arms, revealing the draping fabric gathering under their bell sleeves. The silk feels smooth and cool against their skin. The cinched waist balloons out into a loose skirt, falling mid-thigh. A large silver belt sits at their waist just before the skirt flows ...

“Hops, my darling~!” Angora calls, making a beckoning motion with her finger towards her favourite little bun. Hops bounds over, tray in hand, looking at her boss expectantly. Angora smiles, running a fingertip down her arm as she pulls her in closer.   “Take these orders for my table, dear,” she says, indicating towards her guests. They’re playing poker. The more inebriated the better, she thinks. T...

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Dan grumbles, glancing at Shibani from the corner of his eye.  “What, like watching you?” Quirking an eyebrow, Shibani nibbles the remainder of a stick of mochi snaffled from the storefront. It’s not exactly snaffled - it’s a misshapen mochi not fit for purchase. Perfectly consuma...

“Oh, look at you.” Hutch tuts as the newest phloof shuffles along the floorboards. Clicking their tongue, they pick up the little creature. A brown one, dear little thing. Oh, this sweet one! The shy one. They can’t help but smile and cuddle the little fluffy thing to their chest. It looks up at Hutch with big eyes, and they can’t help but cuddle it a little more. It’s like a plushie. Of course, Hutch knows everything about taking care of these darling...

Watching the newborn baby buns be cradled and held by loving arms is always so sweet. Mercy watches their fellow nuns carefully transport the babies, swaddled and gathered in strong but graceful arms. They stand apart, their head tilted to the side with a serene smile on their face. It’s a yearly event, but it never ceases to be such a wonderful sight. Such a noble thing for their dear Murmur to do. What a special job it is to raise those precious little buns ...