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Matthias had stepped out of his workshop for only a few minutes, just long enough to grab the leftovers from the last time he'd been dragged out to a restaurant and scarf enough of it down to steady his hands. He had been spending the last few hours painting a doll, something that he was unwilling to risk messing up. He was only gone for a few minutes. And, when he swings the door of the room open, it's blatantly obvious that in that time, the room that was supposed to be empty h...

It had started when Lemon had managed to squeeze their way into Matthias' burrow again, using an entrance that Matthias had never been able to find to block, a scuffed blender held over their head. It still had a piece of printer paper taped on to it that read "FREE". "We're going apple picking!" he had proclaimed, hoisting the appliance up onto Matthias' worn tabletop, before hopping to grab the lip of the doll-sized table to hoist themself up. Matthias, staring at the now-spil...

Looking at him, one might expect Matthias to be a relatively put together bun. He does make an attempt to dress nicely, even if his sleeves tend to be stained with paint and clay. What one might not expect, however, is that his attempts at personal grooming barely extend to his living space. This is most apparent in the largest, and most used, room of his burrow - his workshop. Despite having a large window, visibly dusty blackout curtains are almost always covering the window, leaving...

As Reverie struggled to keep their heavy eyes open, waking with their slim form curled around a soft, moon-shaped pillow, they wondered why in Murmur's good Burrow they would ever agreed to be up this early. Of course, they knew it was because Placido had requested it, eyes shining at the idea of Reverie accompanying him to the beach. Even putting aside their friendship, Placido's kindness was always difficult difficult to turn down. Re...

Ever controlled by their rampant fatigue and drowsiness, Reverie was inclined to prioritize comfort over most other aspects in their burrow, but this did not prevent it from being carefully arranged to their preferences. A relatively small space, the air carries the distinct smell of incense, with a touch of burnt sage. The far corner is dominated by a cozy nest, an ever-shifting arrangement of bedding shifted and slightly re-arranged with nearly every rest taken there. It is a rather ...