MYO-6521: Lazarus

Jet chews his lower lip as he checks his phone for what feels like the twentieth time in the last few minutes, wishing for a cigarette. He has some, but is holding off while he waits for his date to show. Most buns he knows don’t care, but smoking is a turn-off for some. He’d done Satin’s matchmaking questionnaire half as a joke, but since he’s here, he doesn’t want to make a bad first impression. The noise ...

“Mina,” a voice hissed. Mina was vaguely aware of the voice, but she was sooo comfortable. Her ears, draped over her, made a soft makeshift blanket, and she half-consciously tucked them closer around herself. The soft murmur of TV noise penetrated her sleepy consciousness in the wake of the voice, but she felt too warm and heavy to respond until it spoke a second time, wheedling. ...

Mina pulled the oversized sweater over her head, struggling a bit to pull her ears all the way through the collar and sighing with relief when they were finally free. She wriggled her arms all . the way down through the sleeves until she could bunch them up enough to free her hooves. Once she’d finally gotten it adjusted to the point that she could actually move about without being completely swallowed by the knit fabric, she gave herself a long look in her be...