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"Unless we want patrons to continue to track mud and detritus through the church, I suggest we get ourselves outside and start cleaning up. The path up to the chapel is entirely overwhelmed with mushrooms. Who would have guessed that ignoring my suggestion to pave the walkway would, indeed, be detrimental to the church." A familiar voice grumbles. Kuro's arms are crossed, his brow is furrowed heavy over his eyes, and he stares out of the front doors of the church toward the yard and ...

Blanche notes: When Citronella looks at the world, it is though they are seeing things for the first time.  When he finds them today, they’re curled up in a chair at the entrance of Kuro’s burrow. The door is wide open and letting a breeze through. Blanche can picture the look on Kuro’s face now if he knew his heat was being let out and all sorts of things were being let in, from a few stray leaves, spring peta...

Moochi’s lap is full of bright pink hair. In one hand, she holds a brush with long and dense freign-hair bristles. In the other, she holds a spray bottle filled with a light, milky-colored liquid. When she sprays it, the air is filled with a lactic, vanilla scent. The conditioning spray settles into the hair in her lap and allows the brush to glide through without stopping to pull and tug on the snags. The bun attached to the hair takes a deep breath of the pe...

Amongst the wines and dracquiris lining the tables of the blind date event was now a glass or two of rose and strawberry flavored milk, extracted fresh every morning from farm grown organic milkweed. The milk lacks the mood-affecting poisons of a nice glass of alcohol, a much appreciated thing in the realm of dating and anxiety, but Moochi swears by her product none-the-less. There aren't any actual...

Date’s so far weren’t going to Church’s expectation, in truth, but perhaps he was setting his bar too high on the whole blind date to find the one to spend matentines thing. It’s not like he was expecting some kind of prince charming figure right out of the novels he liked to read, between a glass of red wine and whatever sweet treats his clients had thoughtfully brought...

Wisteria had a big day lined up for himself. He readjusted his hat once more and brushed out his hair for good measure before taking his small handbag out with him through the door. Today, he was going on a blind date in the spirit of Matentines and hoped, by Murmur's grace, that it would end up well. He didn't care if anything led to an actual mate, of course! No, something like that didn't need a blind date; there were plenty of buns he could throw himself at ...

Darkened atmospheric lighting, smooth jazz playing from the mounted speakers overhead, and rows of tables set to candle light. The blind date trends had pulled in just about every dining establishment in Burrowgatory's city center. Finding a place to meet up with other potential partners was but a leisurely walk down any populated street. A consent forum to fill here, a compatibility survey there. Meeting new buns was as easy as leaving your options open....