Larksong Grotto Mossimo

at first, jhala was shocked, and it was clearly written upon her face. she stared at him in the dark, squinting uncertainly. had he really agreed? she was all prepared with a whole list of logical reasons why they should leave...  but whatever, fuck it, this was perfect. "jesus christ, reek," she said in a breathy tone, taking another religions god in vain without a single bat of an eye. "it's about fucking time. you know how long--" she paused, shaking her head, "forget it. " he agreed with her, agreed his religion was absolute trash, and agreed that they needed to go. that was enough, now they just needed to figure out where.

"what if we went towards the mountains? there's plenty of shit there. i used to live in this ridge before i met you... there was prey even in the fuckin' winter, it was bizarre... there's something for us there, i bet."