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Mocha, in one word, was plastered. Really, what else were you supposed to do at a place like this? Socialize? Pah! The real party was here - right at the drink bar. A few like-minded buns came, stayed for a bit, and left… but only one had stuck around as long as xe had. Xe wasn’t agains...

Ah, the Gossamer Gala.   Not gonna lie, Damian was starting to lose track of how many drinks he's had so far. Pretty sure he's had more drinks than dances at this point, but could you blame him? For one, the drinks tasted pretty fucking amazing. The snacks weren't too bad either, but the pride bun had always been more of an alcoholic than a foodie. The other thing, though...   ...

Yeah, this was Damian here, in the middle of a big, fancy ass gala party. You're probably wondering how he got here-- Oh, you weren't? Great! Because he wasn't entirely sure either. Sure, he liked parties, and Angora did throw some of the best parties in Burrowgatory, but he admittedly felt a little out of place at this one for some reason he couldn't quite put his claw on. Hmmm.... Welp! No point in dwelling on the w...

Well, this sure was annoying. Damian already wasn’t all that big on gardening, but he did it. He powered through it all. Sure he was a bit of a menace at times and just straight up slacked off at other times, but he did the work, demon-dammit. He wanted these damned hazeblooms to, well, bloom and enjoy whatever he could of them....

So…there was definitely a lot to take in here. This whole month? A lot to take in. Like, how did one go from planting hazeblooms, to said hazeblooms mysteriously getting destroyed, to going around playing detective trying to figure out how said bloo...

Ugh, this really super fucking blowed. And not even the fun kind. Gardening had never really been anything Damian had been particularly interested in. Sure, he appreciated most of the things that gardening, farming, produced, but putting the work into everything that went into such an end...

A busy, bustling bar certainly had its charms. Everyone drinking, snacking, laughing, sometimes even dancing and singing, drunkenly and not so drunkenly-- --that one bartender breaking her fifth glass for the night. Yeah, in moments like those, where it was very, very clear that everyone wa...

Things sure did have an interesting way of working out, didn’t they? Damian never set out to become an imp owner. Hell, if anything he was one of many buns that thought of the creatures as annoying little pests. Like, he knew he was pretty amazing. That should just be considered a given. However… For the past few...days? Weeks? Damian had started to feel like some kind ...