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"Well, I can pound mochi," a tall, mamoo-printed woman hums as she rolls a pin out over small bits of pre-prepared mochi dough. "But I find it much more efficient to buy the dough prepared for me already by Dan. It saves my hands. You understand, mm?"  Val, propped up on her kitchen counter with a hand tucked under her chin and her mouth trying not to drop with water, nods. "Luxury... I get it, yeah. Like having your boyfriend bring you home a pie from the bake sale instead ...

As a general rule, Kuro does n o t imbibe. He drank when he was a younger bun, certainly - by the bottle full. Those were years when he could afford to swerve his motorcycle across the road and around the burrow streets and end up dragging his drunken tail into his home. Of course, it's not that his body has changed significantly, as succubuns are gifted with long and hard to end lives, but it's a mental block! He's old dammit - or he's going to act like it, at least! Ignore the fac...

"You're certain that this will work?" Grim asks, concern, but most importantly skepticism in his voice. Clasped in his hooved paws, he holds an unlit sparkler. His eyes are squinted at the older bun across from him. Wiz adjusts his hat, pulling it down over one eye to nod with confidence. His own wizard hat isn't weighted down with candles and melting wax like Grim's is, so instead the star-like charms that decorate the brim and point jingle. "Are you doubting the work of a professiona...

“You seem relaxed,” Mercy almost hums, running their fingers through a set of wispy grey bangs. The owner of said bangs sucks his teeth, lifts his hand, and swats her fingers away from his forehead. Undaunted, they come right back.  “I must say, I was far more relaxed before a certain someone decided to accompany me on my excur...