MYO-2875: Moochi Mallow

Moochi’s lap is full of bright pink hair. In one hand, she holds a brush with long and dense freign-hair bristles. In the other, she holds a spray bottle filled with a light, milky-colored liquid. When she sprays it, the air is filled with a lactic, vanilla scent. The conditioning spray settles into the hair in her lap and allows the brush to glide through without stopping to pull and tug on the snags. The bun attached to the hair takes a deep breath of the pe...

Amongst the wines and dracquiris lining the tables of the blind date event was now a glass or two of rose and strawberry flavored milk, extracted fresh every morning from farm grown organic milkweed. The milk lacks the mood-affecting poisons of a nice glass of alcohol, a much appreciated thing in the realm of dating and anxiety, but Moochi swears by her product none-the-less. There aren't any actual...

"Well, I can pound mochi," a tall, mamoo-printed woman hums as she rolls a pin out over small bits of pre-prepared mochi dough. "But I find it much more efficient to buy the dough prepared for me already by Dan. It saves my hands. You understand, mm?"  Val, propped up on her kitchen counter with a hand tucked under her chin and her mouth trying not to drop with water, nods. "Luxury... I get it, yeah. Like having your boyfriend bring you home a pie from the bake sale instead ...