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The day had finally begun to end, with orange light filling a small cafe. From the inside windows, one could see the horizon, and a how hanging sun, with a clear blue sky. Large letters on the windows created shadows across the floor, reading ‘Junga’s Cafe’, and draped over the large man standing behind the counter. The hug beast held an easy smile, his hands working to clean the counter top, as he listened to a customer talk. Junga himself was big all around, with a hefy gut that filled out his apron comfortably, and a fluffy tail that hung from his backside, dark blue and speckled with bright stars. The same color hair ran around his head, forming a voluminous beard, while the blue fur on top of his head was pulled back into a short ponytail. Two short horns poked up from his skull, just like two fangs jutted up from his bottom lip, both poking up from what they were attached to. The rest of his body was covered in a soft, short layer of fur, though most of it was hidden under clothing.

The customer was a regular, a short, cheerful rabbit who enjoyed coming in to the cafe for a snack and a drink before heading home. She had been telling Junga about how Becky at work had finally broken up with Chad and that was the best thing for her, but what was Becky going to do now? She couldn’t just keep on without a boyfriend! Becky was a lover, and she needed someone to love. But, oh, who should she get with next? There was Tony from accounts payable, but he always brought weird smelling food to the potlucks. Chris from a few rows down was a hottie, but she swore he was taken (How could he not be!).

She, at least, did most of the talking, and it was nice for Junga to have someone to listen to, in the slow hours of the day. He commented where he could in soft, sweet tones, occasionally giving an appropriate smile or chuckle. But, it wasn’t too long before it was time for the shop to close. He gave the rabbit a bit smile, showing off those white fangs, and waved her goodbye as she took her drink and perkily stepped out the door.

Junga’s pink hand flipped the lock, and turned the sign, marking them as closed. He started the routine of closing up shop- lowering and turning the blinds, setting the chairs on the tables, mopping the floors, and cashing out the register. He washed his hands, and stepped into the back, so he could set out the coffees and supplies needed for the next day. It soothed him to have some time to himself, where everything he did had an order and meaning, compared to the chaos of the day. He carried out some boxes to the front, where he restocked his case with cookies and brownies, thankfully made by his sister, Angel.

Junga’s big hands often fumbled when it came to flours, sugars, and yeasts, and he was blessed to have a wonderful sister with a bakery to supply his shop. After about an hour of cleaning and restocking, he was finally ready to head home. He turned the lights off, leaving just the emergencies on, stepped out back, and locked the back door. From there, it was a quick trot to his car, where he squeezed into the seat, belly nearly touching the wheel, and started it up.

On his way home, he picked up a hot pizza and a cold drink, the smell of which made his tummy rumble. He pulled into his driveway, leading to a small, cute house with red brick and white wood. A large window to the left would let sun in during the day for natural light, and a short, squat chimney rose from the ceiling, though no smoke came from it. Junga turned the car off and pocketed his keys, humming to himself as he gathered his food and went inside.

Junga’s home was tidy, but messy. The big lug was just clean enough to set some order to things, without being too dirty. His clothes hamper laid in his room, in the spot where it was most comfortable to toss his clothes. He had two small garbage bins in his living room, one near the large recliner he frequented, and the other under the coffee table, and his dishwasher stayed open, half full of rinsed dishes waiting to be cleaned.

He set his pizza and drink down on the coffee table in the living room, and turned the TV on while he thudded into his bedroom. He took his apron off first, setting it up on a hook, and then shook off his shirt, his big, pink belly jiggling all the while. He changed pants, instead getting into a baggy, comfortable pair of pajamas, before heading back out into the living room.

Junga let out a low, happy sigh as he sunk into the recliner, the chair’s cushions conforming to his butt and back, used to his shape after years of use. He never felt truly at home until he sat there, body perfectly supported in every way he could want, blue sparkle tail puffing off to the side. He brought over the pizza, popped the drink, and put on something relaxing to watch for the rest of the evening, until he was practically nodding off in the chair. He’d fallen asleep there more than once, but he figured he should make use of the bed if he didn’t want back issues in the future. With a groan, he sleepily turned the TV off, threw away his trash, and plodded to his bed, thumping heavily into it, springs and frame groaning. He was out in moments, a low, rumbling snore filling the house.