Ahh.. EGG SEASON. Truly a wonderful time to be an egg layer. The cycle restarts, and depending on how fortunate you are, you MAY lay eggs! Or alternatively—they melt away inside your tummy!

Besides the point—your ‘kinda boyfriend’, Oliver, has finally decided to let you in his humble abode. Why finally? He was afraid you would spray on his carpets and other valuables. But now that you both have agreed that no spraying would happen.. unless consensually ;)!

You had recently made a ‘nest’. Which was not so majestically formed with pillows, blankets, possibly some of Oliver’s unwashed clothing, and you snug right smack-dab in the middle! Nice and cozy like a toaster in a pond!

You had found some weird book Oliver had laying around. You couldn’t read for the life of you, so you just kinda stared at the silly little letters, not comprehending the pagesuponpagesofunfilteredrawgaumonsterpornograohy—EHEM.

That is, before Oliver came home from (his words not yours) GROOVTACULAR job at the ALLEGEDLY very haunted cinema! He sees you, on the floor, mindlessly flipping through pages in a pile of rubbish.

”Wassup phongingo—WAIT- dude, is that a nest?”

He questions, perking up, like some kid that saw Santa clause or sumthin.

”woahhhhh”

He walks closer, getting a better look at it.

”Gnarly work, dude..”