MYO-2227: Mocha

For the past 29 days - funny, it's usually only 28 - life had exploded into the city streets. Feverent fucking seemed to just be a normal part of life for the past few weeks. At times, things felt as though they were to be pure insanity as common sense flew out the window in favor of following those primative instincts to make like a rabbit and multiply. And despite everything, multiply they did. The month following Matentines, the life born into Burrowgatory was of a new kind. ...

"How are you adjusting to life here?" Mocha crossed his legs gingerly, feeling a bit more exposed than normal in the presence of a divine beauty like Dove. The pair had run into one another by chance, and got to chatting with one another until an invite for tea came up. The greenhouse gardens of the Heavenly Embassy were a far cry from the brimstone laced city streets. The pair sat on pure white garden chairs, with an assortment of finger foods - and no, not that kind ...