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The Jack-in-the-Box was an interesting little surprise on Moore's porch. And an even more curious item once he got it inside and started to play around with it a bit. The crank worked fine, the music was functional, but it would never pop open no matter how long he cranked it for. The music would simply repeat, and even stranger, the crank never felt like it had any tension behind it. Typically, if you cranked one of these for too long, the tension would make it impossible to crank without br...

"I'm sorry, Anastasius." The taller pheromoo shrunk under the other's gaze. Despite her previous incident, she had been keen to continue having fun and engaging in pranks and tomfoolery. Unfortunately, that didn't work out that well the second time either. At least she didn't get kicked in the face this time- or at least, she hadn't been yet. If she didn't get started with sweeping up the confetti on the floor, she just might be. She looked down at Anastasius, who had his arms crossed and loo...

Cybele watched the pheromoo in front of her, eyes closed and waving his hands in order to pull up a small group of flowers from the ground. Every time he returned to her, Cybele was surprised at how quickly Cian was taking to the lessons. His progress was not only steady, but he was incredibly calm and at peace while he trained. As much as Vanessa was a sweetheart, the goddess had to admit that she got a bit... rough with the plants if she got a bit annoyed at them. It sparked a question in h...

The books he had found from the library had not been helpful in finding out about Cybele, but Moore ended up finding his way back to that library again in order to check out some of the books from before. It certainly helped that he had found so many books about nature and gardening when he first went through the shelves. When he returned home, he seemingly focused on nothing but his new garden for an entire week. Not even Anastasius could get in contact with him. Every time he showed ...

Anastasius had been woken up by the sound of dirt shuffling around in the garden that he and his uncle worked on together. It was mostly for him, seeing as it was his house, but Moore liked to take care of it for him- which he didn't mind at all. He came out with a small light in his hand, noticing a familiar set of brown horns poking out from behind one of the bushes. "Ugh, Uncle Moore, what are you doing this late at night?" He whined. As he got closer, he noticed that the other pher...

Cian was no stranger to troublesome research- he had assisted with it multiple times over in his line of work. All sorts of students complaining about something not being able to be found on this new-fangled computer of theirs, or that trying to find books on the subject was "impossible" due to not finding them on a basic skim of the library shelves. Honestly, it should be basic logic that the more specific a piece of information is, the more hidden away it is. He typically wasn't one to judg...