Hey yall, heres another fic! Enjoy!
Helltaker sat on the couch, reading through the monthly TRADITION COOKING magazine he was subscribed to. It was one of his favorites to read, and in the current hot summer weather the desert section was especially attractive. As he read, a familiar tanned face appeared in front of him.
“HELLTAKER! WHAT LITERATURE ARE YOU CONSUMING THIS MORNING?” roared Judgement. It was still very early in the day, and he had just woken up. Now he was definitely awake.
“Its this months edition of TRADITION COOKING. Some good stuff in here. And you know there’s no one in here today.” She sighed a breath of relief, and sat down next to him, her breasts bouncing a little.
“Oh thank hell. My throat just gets so tired, especially in the humid summer. Any plans for today?” She asked, leaning on the couch.
“Not much, might go to walk on the beach today.”
“And what do at this beach, besides walking?”
“Dunno, might eat something, fish, spectate a judged beauty contest.” Her eyebrows perked up.
“A beauty contest?” She asked. He nodded, and closed the magazine.