Aster didn't think much about these "new" cherubuns. He was new to Burrowgatory too, where was his fanfare? Where was his praise and reverence? It didn't seem fair. The bun pops another white chocolate truffle into his mouth, returning to fixing his hair in the vanity mirror. Despite perfecting his locks, a pout adorned his face.
It also wasn't fair that he was alone today, prettied up for no one but himself.
Maybe that was why he found himself visiting the...
