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Clip… Another flower drops into the basket, as Tsubaki works on clipping them away from delicate stems. Primrose is beside him working on another row of flowers. There was a calm quiet that settled over the two of them as they worked. Over the weeks of Tsubaki coming to work in the Heavenly Gardens - or being Prim’s delivery bun - the two have gotten somewhat comfortable with each other. Of course, Primro...

Ugh… Was all Quinn could think as he walked down the street. Night had settled over Burrowgatory, the street lights glowed softly as they lined the sidewalk. Tonight’s program had run late, title matches tended to do that, making it so Quinn had to stay at ringside for longer than intended. He ran a hand through his hair as he continued to walk. ...

“Another delivery?!” Tsubaki exclaimed as he looked over the burlap sack of coffee beans at his feet. Their nutty aroma is still potent even through the sack. Tsubaki had grown a comfortable habit of visiting the Embassy every week, despite the rather long commute. Even then, he still wished Primrose took into account his dislike of interacting with people. The gardens were easier. ...

A bell tolls from above the church. Signaling to mourners that the funeral has started. The pews are full, mourners and onlookers alike filed into the wooden seats. Other’s linger to the sides, backs pressed against the wall. The quiet murmur of whisperings ring through the unholy halls.  Gage is amongst the onlookers. Somehow managing to find a place amongst the first row of pews. He’s dressed… poorly, to say ...

 Between the missing people and the Head Priest of The Church of Sulfur being murdered, things weren't looking too well in Burrowgatory. While normally, things happening in the city didn't affect Swain, nor his partner - Tsubaki, the pair hadn't gotten around to their monthly supply runs. Tensions in the cabin were... high... to say the least. With a stomp of his hoof, Tsubaki looked at Swain, arms crossed as the env...

Tsubaki had always been terrified of people. Just being in crowded places made his skin itch and tingle. However he would put aside his fears if it meant helping those in need. With the lifestyle he lived, Tsubaki had basic medical knowledge. With a little extra help from those on hand, Tsubaki had quickly gotten the hang of the process. So it wasn't surprising for Swain to see his usually shy and timid Tsubaki comple...

There was a dull mumbling through the burrow - a soft sound of static and blurred voices. Quiet, yet loud enough to make Tsubaki stir in bed. He reaches his hand out, searching for what should be next to him. Only to stir when he isn't greeted by the warmth of another person, only a lingering heat left in the flannel sheet. He was always a light sleeper, the smallest of things could wake him up. Clay-red eyes flutter ...

“What do you mean I have to go down to Burrowgatory?!” Tsubaki huffed out, arms crossed and hoof stomping into the dirt. “I thought you were just going to have me garden again!” He was by no means happy with this and it showed in the way he glared up at the cherubun before him. Primrose, however, seemed unphased and more annoyed at the envy succubus before him. Pale fingers tapped impatiently against the sides...