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Faoladh and Milo arrived at the Beauty Parlour. It was the Standard's idea to pay a visit to this place, and the Dire complied. Honestly, as long as he wasn't forced to get any of the offered procedures, it was going to be okay. He didn't want to risk developing a spontaneous mutation or something like that! "So, are they gonna inject you with something or zap you with a big machine?" the bigger male asked. "What?! I just want to get my hair done!" the smaller male replied, perplexed by the idea of such experiments being done on any of the present patrons. "This is a legal establishment, with more certificates to prove this than I can count!" "Oh, uh, my bad." Faoladh said, carefully sitting down in the waiting room, "Wasn't sure what was being offered here." "I'm almost certain you could familiarise yourself with this service list over here." Milo stated, grabbing a laminated paper from the nearby coffee table and giving it to the other. While Faoladh looked over the list, Milo took a

Donnie was going to have quite the time with her chaperone today. As a part of socialising imps with aggressive behaviour, she and Sybil were told to go to a local amusement park. Since the brown Toy refused to wear the basket muzzle, the tawny Lunaris had to look over her at all times. Ugh, she'd rather be stuffed with pills than drag along some stranger, but that was outside her control. "So, what would you like to do, Donnie?" Sybil asked. "Leave." Donnie quickly responded. "But we just got here!" the tawny marsupial protested, "Come on, let's give some rides a try first." "Fiiine, but I get to pick." the brown imp said, rolling her eyes. Roller coaster rides, huh? Were even Toys allowed on those? Donnie wasn't going to settle on some baby ones; that was for sure. Though it was likely that she'd be barred from the most hardcore roller coasters this place had to offer. Safety regulations be damned; if she wanted to die when plummeting from a near-vertical drop, then they'd better let

"Alright, and for my next trick...!" Ghost made a dramatic pause, before revealing her newest magic prop, "I'm be using these!" "J-jeans?!" Zorza spluttered, not believing her eyes, "Are you seriously going to use some pants for a magic trick?!" "Hey! I'm trying to make things work with what I have on my paw!" the Titan replied, feigning annoyance, "The original trick was using a whole different prop in the first place! And I'm no copycat!" "Do I want to know what the original prop was...?" the Dire wondered, "Nah, I'll pass." The slate imp showed off the regular pair of jeans before diving her paw inside of them. They were deceptively stretchy as Ghost managed to pull out a whole pineapple out of it! The white marsupial watched in awe as the other continued to reveal other items from the jeans. "How'd you even manage to fit any of these inside?!" Zorza gasped, her brain unable to comprehend what was going on, "Are you manipulating the very fabric of the universe?!" "Perhaps I am with

"Huh, what's that?" Syberia asked, seeing her roommate shuffle away with a box in his hands. "My package I've been waiting for over a week." Aiden replied, grinning to himself, "It better be worth the wait." "Don't jinx it~" she said, chuckling. He glared at her, scoffing. Aiden plopped down onto a couch in the living room and opened the package. Syberia followed after him, curious of what was inside. It turned out to be a pair of orange sports shoes. Though, for some reason, Aiden seemed skeptical about them as he examined them very thoroughly. "Are you kidding me?" he mumbled to himself, pushing his hair aside to see more clearly, "No wonder they looked so small; that's not the size I ordered." "What are you going to do now?" Syberia wondered, walking over to sit by him, "Can you return to exchange them for a bigger size?" "Yeah, duh." Aiden grumbled, stuffing the shoes back inside the box, "You had to jinx it, obviously." "Well, it's not exactly my problem that whoever sent those

Molly and Gonta decided to explore the nearby coniferous forest. Since it was hard for the small female to keep up with the much larger male, he suggested that she ride on his back. This way, the lilac Toy had an easier time keeping up with the brown Dire, as long as she held on tightly. For a marsupial that supposedly didn't train as much, Gonta was very fast. Had Molly not grabbed onto his long fur during his energetic rush across the meadow, she'd have fallen off for sure. "S-seriously, how are you able to run so fast?" Molly asked, taking a moment to recollect herself, "You don't happen to be athletic, do you?" "Nope! Gonta always this fast!" Gonta replied, chuffing happily, "Running help Gonta clear his mind." "Oh, I didn't know that..." she said, "So, where are we heading? The creek by the forest clearing?" "Mhm, should be very close!" he confirmed. And about a few minutes later, they arrived at the aforementioned creek. It wasn't too big, but its size didn't detract from its

Zmora, a young Lunaris with an affinity for casting, would've never guessed that she'd end up working in the office. Let alone one dealing with finances. Though, working with numbers wasn't a problem, and earning money was always a plus. While busying herself with some papers, someone knocked on the doors to her office. Likely a new client, if she had to guess. "Come in." she laconically said, not bothering to look up. By the sounds of the clacking hooves against the floor, Zmora could deduce that she was dealing with either a Pine or a fellow Lunaris. Alternatively, a different imp subspecies with a Hooved mutation. Yet, chances were that it was the former. The client sat down and introduced themselves before explaining what their case was. Zmora didn't catch her client's name, and she didn't care enough to ask for it again. What interested her the most was the problem she'd be dealing with soon. "A financial scam, correct?" she said, "Could you describe what happened in detail? I

Leaving two imps unsupervised in the kitchen was a recipe for a disaster. Not only in a metaphorical sense but also in a literal one as well. In less than an hour, Konstanzia and her friend amassed an impressive amount of ingredients, primarily imp-safe fruit and vegetables. "So, we're making a smoothie, right?" the cream Riptide asked, proudly puffing out her chest, "This should be more than enough of stuff for it!" "You bet!" the vanilla Standard replied, grinning to herself mischievously, "We just need to plug in the blender, aaand voilà!" The electronic appliance was successfully plugged in! The deal was the following: each of them would be taking turns in drinking whatever the other one blended. Even if the resulting concoction was absolutely disgusting, they couldn't afford to waste it. That would've been, well, wasteful to do so! "Chug, chug, chug!" the smaller imp chanted as Konstanzia downed a particularly gross-looking mixture. "Eughhh, I'm gonna be so sick after this!" the

"What would you do if you had a tiny clone of yourself in your paws right now?" Carran asked, glancing over to the other imp. "W-what kind of question is that?" Nagayuki replied, confused by the given question, "How'd it even be possible in the first place?" "It's a hypothetical, a what-if scenario." the Riptide said, shifting to lay on the grass more comfortably, "I don't know, you went to Niel's lab, he zapped you, and received the clone. Just answer it." "Is that even possible in the first place?" the Gremlin mused, "Has science gone too far?" Seriously, had it not been for his insomnia, Carran would've been already snoozing. But counting fuzzy sheep or listening to chirping crickets didn't seem to work, regretfully. "Ughhh, do you need to overcomplicate this, Five?" Carran grunted, closing his eyes, "For the sake of this, yes, it is possible." "Oh, well, in that case..."  Nagayuki hummed, making a pause before continuing, "I think I'd torture it." "Why would you do that?!" the

"What're you doin'?" Bo asked, leaning over to look at what Otylia was typing on her laptop. "I'm writing a story." Otylia said, her paws gliding across the keyboard, "Please don't interrupt me too much." "Can I watch you write it, though?" the chocolate Bay replied, taking a seat next to her on the couch. "Yes..." the black Riptide sighed, before continuing, "But as I've said, try not to distract me too much." Seeing more words fill out the page fascinated Bo for a whole minute. Then he browsed the Internet on his phone for a moment before checking Otylia's progress again. Keeping his mind focused on one thing was hard, he had to alternate between his sources quite a lot. "'I took an exquisite photo for a fuck yesterday'?" the male marsupial suddenly read out loud, "Did you mean 'duck' by any chance?" "Ahh, ughhh, stupid autocorrect!" the female imp grumbled, changing the unfortunate edit. "Oh, oh, there's another mistake over there!" he announced excitedly, "As far as I'm aware, you

Celadon and Ylva hid behind a huge, blue dumpster as they stifled their giggles. Oh, the idea they hatched together yesterday was purely diabolical. Using an RC car with a fake spider attached on its top and a small camera placed inside the toy's headlights, the imp duo was going to prank somebody! "Hehehe, this is going to be so much fun!" the black Riptide whispered, glancing over to the equally excited ginger Gremlin. Her eyes were glued to the screen displaying the camera's feed. Their device was previously hidden beneath a bench located a few meters away and remained unmoving. But once Ylva was to move any of the analogue sticks, the RC car would respond immediately. It was still pretty early in the day, so they weren't able to prank anybody yet. The only encounter so far was with some curious crow that tried to peck at the spider plushie. When Ylva revved up the engine, it was successfully scared off... Ugh, so boring! Spooking some birds was dull; they wanted to pull a practical