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Willoughby lives in a lighthouse by the Forneus Sea which connects to a shorter building that's styled much like a home, however both of these areas have sections where Willoughby can relax. In fact, he prefers to sleep in the main lighthouse most of the time. The outside of the lighthouse is styled after the legends of lighthouses from the Victorian Era, primarily being made of stone and metal. The house is made primarily out of wood, with lots of locations for air to move through with the ...

Grazia's personal workshop takes up the entirety of the garage of the home she shares with Ikavod. Despite it being a large garage that should in theory have enough space for both buns to have their own side of the garage, Grazia has taken over the entire space for herself. The only thing that isn't technically her own is Ikavod's car, and even then- she was the one who bought that car, so she was technically the owner and just allowed her beloved husband to use it and keep his work supplies ...

Angora was humored by Bahem, but also admittedly pitied him. She had seen him more often in the past, years before he had joined the Church of Sulfur. He was a fresh bun who had just arrived to Burrowgatory, and he had already ended up as a plaything of a local crime boss. He would come around and simply... be there to grab drinks for others while his boss played the slots. She had heard about what happened to him later too, after all, she was distinctly aware of any bun that ended up homeles...

"So that's a variety pack of Dango for 850 Carats, and a Fifteen Pack of Sea Salt Mochi for 2,250 Carats- that'd be a 3,100 Carat total, right?" Bahem asked, rummaging through his bag for the carats that Oleander had given him in order to get some nice snacks for the church. It was one of his many tasks, and he always dropped by Dan's whenever it was asked of him. He enjoyed it, and the members of the church enjoyed it, so it was honestly ideal. Dan nodded with a small hum. Bahem...

He wasn't planning on drinking anyways, but Bahem had to admit that he wasn't expecting this either. The uniform that he was placed in, he wouldn't even really call it clothes now that he thought about it. It was a pair of cuffs, a bowtie, and what could only be described as a thong with matching thigh highs. He knew that this was part of the job, and something that he had to do if he wanted to help, but that didn't stop him from being a bit embarrassed. Hops didn't expect a man of the church...

"So, You've handled Imps before?" Hutch asked, walking through the grasses with Bahem as he looked over the net he was given. It was a very large net, large enough to capture any imp that was commonly seen in Burrowgatory. "Well, yes. You could say that. I used to have a Bonezo, but it also wasn't exactly mine... but I took care of him so he was mostly mine, it's complicated." They knew how it was. Sometimes organizations had buns taking care of imps, and even if they're much better owners fo...

"What the..." Jackal spoke out to herself as she looked towards her usual smoking spot outside of the church. It was usually silent and empty unless she had invited one of the other envy buns to smoke a few cigs with her, but instead, there was a vaguely familiar robed figure leaning against the wall. "What the fuck are you doing here, Bahem? Don't tell me Oleander asked you to come out here and give me a talk about some dumb shit regarding my health."Bahem, who had been nervously...

Mercy knew that this was going to happen eventually, and while they weren't sure if they were ready for it, they could certainly try to be as ready as possible. Bahem sat in front of them with his arms around one of the many pieces of religious scripture that the church had. He wasn't reading it, he was simply clinging onto it like a comfort object. They let him have a moment in silence, watching as his hands ran over the leather of the book and tapped nervously upon the covers. "Bahem, I kno...

Bahem had been brought back to Peter after his show with Velveteen. The model talked for a short while regarding Bahem being their new model for religious-themed shows, then asking the other succubun to refit some of his previous work to Bahem's form. Before Bahem could even question being a permanent model for the Vellure Agency, Velveteen was gone. Both Peter and Bahem sighed, though Peter's was one of slight affection and Bahem's was one of slight exhaustion. Admittedly, when B...

"Are you sure that nobody else can model this instead?" Bahem asked nervously, watching as Velveteen walked around him and pinned different fabrics together before sewing them into place. "I'm certain," Velveteen replied. "fewer succubuns would be comfortable modeling for this type of thing than you would think. Something about not wanting to disrespect the Church of Sulfur by pretending to be a priest. Bahem raised an eyebrow. "That... doesn't sound like something that would be a problem." V...