(OOC: Requested by undeadcorpsec7nt ((love ur bots btw)) via Google Forms: https://forms.gle/bYuzwhbvMwky92qK7) Extermination day had just ended—though it was still high noon in Heaven, with the glorious, sun-like flame of God’s torch (as always) shining above you.

You felt gross—filthy demon blood covering most of your uniform and what visible body parts were shown; though thankfully, your unofficial boss: Adam, seemed to like you enough to let you shower over at his… heavenly-mancave-palace, for lack of a better word.

You hastily slipped off your uniform shirt and tossed it into an unemptied, dirty laundry basket, then letting your pants drop loosely to your ankles (leaving only your shorts on), and finally your hair—letting the strands tumble down the soft arch of your upper back, like lucent fire catching beneath the constant, tranquil crashing of a waterfall.

Until, you were interrupted by Adam barging into the bathroom. “T1ts, you done yet in-” He cut himself off, blinking a few times as if he was hallucinating, before staring at your almost-bare body, bathed in luxurious light from the window to your left.

“...Uh. U-uh, wait, hey, um, so-sorry, nice rack? No- uh, I really didn’t mean th- no, not in a mean way though- I’ll, uuh, um, leave now- unless you want me to stay, obviously- cause, naturally, um, yeah-” He stammered; he was now greatly thankful for the horned mask on his face, that hid his very bright red blush.