[PRP] Purrrfection. (Titus/Riyo)

[Sexy Cocaine]

Now that was more like it. "Only tall douchey nightmare demons, I'm afraid." She stuck her nose in the air and smiled.

His comment, however, brought her back around. "What do you-"

Riyo stopped mid sentence, her face becoming expressionless with the snap of a finger.

"... That's... Uh... Is that a gun in your pocket?" What Titus would be doing with a reaper weapon was beyond her but that option was better than anything else she thought it could be. She hid her face behind the teacup as she polished the last bit off, her hands returning to the saucer rather shakily.  

[Inu-Mitsu]

"Do you want the truth?" He took a deep breath trying to calm himself, his eyes still on the ceiling. "Or a carefully crafted lie?" What he would give for it to be anything else at the moment. Jack knew this was one of the more awkward and embarrassing situations he had been in save Hel trying to suffocate him with her bounteous bosom.  

[Sexy Cocaine]

Very cautiously, and with as little movement as she could muster, Riyo sat the teacup on the coffee table. She then reached in her little apron for a handkerchief, which was promptly held up to her face.

"Dealer's choice." Because the feline was fairly certain she knew what was going on either way, and it was just a matter of time.  

[Inu-Mitsu]

"Then, yes. By all means its a gun." He retorted, never once removing his gaze from the ceiling. He didn't dare look at Riyo it would only make this worse. "I carry it around with me most days because its the manly thing to do." Titus was actually surprised at his ability to speak so calmly though his face was flushing quickly.

"I think the safety might be off so just be..careful so it doesn't accidentally go off." Titus closed his eyes. Had he really just said that?  

[Sexy Cocaine]

Riyo listened to his tactful explanation, her tail slowly bristling out, though she remained stone-faced.

At least, until his words of caution.

Suddenly the white handkerchief held over her face had two large splatters of red that grew at an alarming rate. The color was draining from her face. Was she going to pass out? She was probably going to pass out.  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Titus could feel a shift in her posture but the fact that she wasn't moving off his lap was frustrating and a tad alarming. It took him a moment to muster up the courage but he finally glanced down only to find Riyo with a handkerchief over her fact that was slowly turning red.

"Jack damnit!" He was usually the one to suffer from this issue, what the hell was he supposed to do?

Bringing his hands up he hesitated to grab a hold of her. No where really seemed appropriate but it looked like she was about to pass out. Finally his arm settled behind her back, a hand on her shoulder to keep her steady but at a distance. Now to just figure a way to move her to the couch and off his lap comfortably.

This was the day that Titus learned the downfall of leather pants.  

[Sexy Cocaine]

Riyo seemed to fight it for a moment. Maybe, just maybe everything would be okay.

Then her eyes fluttered and head lulled. "Nope, I'm out." Aaaand there she went. Out like a light. All her training and preparations had failed to prepare her for... A loaded gun.

Oh well, baby steps after all.

Good luck Titus.  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Titus had been hoping that Riyo would be able to right herself and move on her own but nope he wasn't so lucky. Instead he ended up with the full weight of the ghoul in his arms and stuck on the couch in an uncomfortable position.

"s**t."

He tried to scoot forward so that he could maybe slide Riyo off his lap onto the couch but that proved to only ride his pants up in the most horrible of ways. Calm steady breaths. Calm steady breaths.

He looked down at Riyo, trying to formulate a plan in his head but once again his eyes were drawn to her outfit. Even in this situation his brain and hormones were making the worse combo of decisions. The frilly lace dress that was a little too low in the front and a little too high on the legs. The bells, the stockings and oh jack...the garter belt. NOPE!

Unable to take it anymore Titus just stood up straight depositing the feline unceremoniously on the floor. So much for being a gentlemen. He had at least thought about it Riyo. Its the thought that counts right?

"Jack damnit." The nightmare demon did his best to adjust his pants to a more comfortable position now that he could but it just wasn't happening. He gave Riyo a sideways glance and decided to lean down, despite how it hurt, and scoop her up and deposit her somewhat awkwardly on the couch. With that done he headed for the door in a hasty hobble.

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[Sexy Cocaine]

Roughly an hour later, The ghoul stirred from her awkwardly placed position on the couch. She felt like she'd been hit by a truck. "Holy s**t." She groaned and sat up, touching her face in a slow realization that it was caked with dry blood, which had luckily missed her uniform.

Why was she wearing her uniform again?

Oh. OH! OH GOD. Her eyes darted around the room with a horrified look on her face, only to discover that... She was alone.

Holy s**t. That had actually happened. It wasn't some horrible dream. She had...!!

Her hand immediately covered her nose again before Niagra started to run once more. Yeah, time to get out of these clothes. Time to change into something comfortable and stuff her face in a book then write a journal entry which was sure to be a 3 pager. ******** dinner. She would not be leaving this room tonight, or probably tomorrow for that matter, because she wasn't about to risk running into him for as long as she could avoid it.