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Morgaine sat bent over the Paradise Cafe’s coffee bar, probably making an amusing picture with the way his head was craned to the side, almost touching the countertop. The cafe’s doors were propped open, allowing a breeze to flow through the interior and spreading the aroma of fresh coffee and baking. No imps seemed to have yet made their way up to the Heavenly Embassy, so there was no risk of pests coming in and getting into the food. The afternoon rush had...

Yoshino’s carats clattered softly as they pushed them one by one into the slot on the gacha machine. That noise was followed by the click of the machine’s knob as they turned it, then the sound of a plastic capsule bouncing down into the prize tray. They snatched the capsule up almost the second it popped out and swiftly opened it, only for their mouth to twist in disappointment. A small, plain pink bun figurine w...

Cleaning up the bar at the end of the night (that was, in the wee hours of the morning) was a bit mind-numbing after a long shift. It was also kind of zen, though. The building was empty except for the person locking up, and that fell to Morgaine today. He whistled a vague tune as he followed the cleaning and closing checklist step by step. Dishes and glassware were gathered up and loaded into the large dishwasher in ...

Sometimes Limon forgot how her customers could be especially during the breeding season. Since she owned an ice cream parlor that also sold cold sweets, she would often get customers coming in with strange requests during breeding season.On one hand it did net some profit since there were always upcharge to such requests. On other hand she really did not need nor want to know all possible combinations to satisfy a craving. She did lament on the fact Ione rarely could relate as they serv...

The cold air was frozen in crystalline silence. It was always cold in the Heavenly Embassy, so far from the ground below— but it was particularly pronounced today. Sable was hesitant to even walk, hyper-aware of her hooves echoing down the quiet street. The sound seemed eager to shatter the quiet air and dance upon its fragments; she tried to muffle them with slower footsteps, though without much success. Churro, however, seemed entirely unbothered. He waddled...