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“Any good Imp looks best in a tie, Kuro,” Taro complains to his boyfriend.Kuro, meanwhile, is holding his two egghels. One creature sits in the palm of each of his hands, barely peeping out of their shells, glaring at Taro from the safety of them. Kuro’s own face is in a similar disposition, a frown of disappointment at his boyfrien...

The sound of a shrill, high pitched shriek pierces the air surrounding the otherwise calm artificial sea created within the burrowgatory caverns. It comes from just off the shore where a blue bun is untying their boat from the dock. Currently… they are soaked. Their fur lies flat to their body, the blue flowers that sprout from their head and ears hang limply, and their sailor’s hat and collar droops just the same, dripping down the ends. They drop their hoo...

Two dolls stand on the burrowgatory beach… and neither of them want to be there. Kuro is setting up a booth, currently, on the edge of the path to the waterway. The table is stacked with bunbles. Beside the table is a cooler filled with ice and bottles of water. Such is the perfect tactic, crafted by Mercy themselves, to lure in buns off the hot sand and to the table dedicated to the religion so their most willing, most eager, most charismatic priest can attem...