MYO-3654: Trump

Bev yawned widely and loudly, sitting up in bed to scratch at one ear.  He blinked sleepily, plopping a pillow over Trump’s face to stifle the other succubun’s snoring.  What time was it? The buzzing in his head and at his side muted for the moment, he looked over at the alarm clock on his nightstand and cursed softly.  Five in the morning.  The usual...

Weeks had passed since Bev and Trump had first begun to make regular trips to the Heavenly Embassy, tending to that special patch of blooms.  Against their will, the duo had begun to adjust to waking up in the early hours of the morning, even if it meant that Trump was moody and silent on the walk over to the Embassy and Bev grumped and whined the entire time. But not today!  It was still dark when Bev’s phone beg...

**BEEP!**  **BEEP!**  **BEEP!**  **BEEP!** Trump’s red-rimmed eyes snapped open at the harsh buzzing of the nearby alarm clock.  Blinking in confusion as his ears rang, he reached for the button to set the damned thing to snooze. Five in the morning.  It was five in the morning and his whole body ached from yesterday’s strenuous labor in the cherubun greenhouses. ...

It was a lovely, warm morning in Burrowgatory.  The crystals that lit up the demonic underground were a particularly bright shade of pink and blue today, casting their almost sunny luminescence down on the homes and residents that dotted the landscape.  Buns everywhere were seizing the day, heading out to enjoy the mock-sunshine and make the best of the delightful weather, either by partying it up, going out to places of pleasure and business, or simply loungi...