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 Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 4:43 pm
Slaughter had just finished his work for the day. He was still covered in ash and metal flakes when he grabbed his messenger bag with his tail and slung it over his head and across his chest. He deserved a rare reward and made his way to the nearest confectionery, the only one he knew to carry Chili Pepper Chocolate. There was a spot in his shifting gut reserved just for such a prize.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 1:42 pm
TG made plans to go to Creeps Confections weekly. Traveling was hard for someone who was short, but he usually called a carriage and was driving right up to the door where he let the driver wait while he attended to hsi neccessary shopping. This usually involved buying out the select candies he enjoyed eating that would take up an entire panty he reserved for just these things back in his dorm.
As he simply put things in a basket he set on the ground by a wall (as he wasn't going to carry a damn thing), he moved to the hot candies section. Sugar was one of his loves, but when it added heat, it was impossible for him not to like it.
Top shelves were a bit harder though, and he had to smoke puff up a few shelves before, clinging to the shelf with his claws with his feet on the lower shelf, he reached for the last big bar of Chili Pepper chocolate that was in stock.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 3:20 pm
Slaw could feel his abdomen flutter with excitement as he rounded the aisle. He could almost taste it already. He was starting to hum an unknown chipper tune when he noticed a small red fellow on the shelf.
He moved to try and grab him, "Un. Hello there little scareling. Does your mummy know you're climbing shelves?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 3:39 pm
Being picked up aways botehred him. He did enjoy riding on top of someone's shoulder or even using their head as his own personal carriage, but being carried was a invasion. When he climbed on someone to use them as a mount, HE decided it and controlled that. When someone picked him up, they robbed him of his choice and also treated him like he had no sense.
Scarling was an added insult.
Gritting his sharp teeth, he held on to his candy bar and glared up with his large eyes. "I don't have a jackin mother, you filthy undead. Now let me down or else I'm calling the store owner over here for assault!"
And if those were too big of words for the man.
"Undead." He snapped. "Me. Down. NOW."
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 3:46 pm
Slaw froze. At first it was at the shock at the scolding he had received. But then it was at the dawning horror at what they had in their possession. The box was also empty.
He quickly sat TG on the ground and dusted him off and attempted to straighten his clothes out. "A-ah, sorry. I didn't realize. You were just so..." don't say small, don't say small "...Young looking. From that angle."
He smiled, every sharp tooth exposed across his narrow face in a feeble effort to eat the insult and be charming as hell. "My name is Slaughter, what's yours?..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 3:54 pm
TG made a show of dusting his jacket and cringing at any place the undead touched, checking it with a narrow eye to inspect his jacket.
"I don't care what your name is. You got my jacket dirty with all your...." He looked the messy undead over. It was covered in something. "...whatever you've been rolling in."
"This is tailor made. Do you understand that? I have to get this specially dry cleaned now." He held his candy bar.
It didn't matter that he wouldn't care to remember the undead's name. He would at least share his - as a superior creature. "I'm TG. You can call me that or Master TG." He informed him. Undeads were supposed to call demons master after all.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 3:58 pm
Slaughter's good eye followed the bar of chocolate keenly and he gladly backed away from the apparent dislike of his touch. He didn't want to help anyway.
"What's that?" He asked as he pointed at the bar, as if he didn't already know.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 4:15 pm
TG frowned and then sighed. Of course the undead wasn't following him. He was an idiot. His mind probably only understood things like drool, sleep, dig hole, and eat.
The imp held the bar up for him to see. "It's a candy bar. Ya know, candy? You are in a store full of it? Did you just wander in by mistake?" He looked around and then back at him. "Are you missing your owner?"
He looked around again. "They really should keep you on a leash if you wander like this." He muttered.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 4:26 pm
Slaw grit his teeth, but decided to play along. It pained him. He scratched his head and let one of his eyes suddenly wander off naturally. It rolled back while the other stayed put.
"Is it good?" He knew Jack-damned well it was good.
"I am not owned," it was hard keeping any sort of bristling out of his tone but oh was he ever bristling.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 4:31 pm
TG just stared at him as his eye rolled before he blinked out of it and shook his head. "Uh...yeah. It's why they have a store. Candy is good. Like...really good." He said, holding the candy bar still.
"Why are you even in here? Do you...work here?" Did they hire a undead worker who knew nothing about the inventory? If so, he needed a uniform.
If not, then he must have been a stray undead who just walked in.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 4:47 pm
"No, I don't work here..."
He cautiously edged in for the kill. Hopefully, anyway. "Can I try it?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 4:49 pm
If Slaughter had expected to appeal to TG's mercy, sympathy, or even generosity, he had approached the wrong spoiled demon.
"No!" He said, and held the candy bar to his side away from the undead. "It's mine. It's the only one left." Then he narrowed his eyes again. "Do you even HAVE seeds?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 4:53 pm
Slaughter still had to try.
"I.. I have seeds." He looked at TG with his large black sad eyes. His tail was completely uncurled and limp on the floor.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 4:58 pm
TG stepped back, slowly. "T-Then buy some candy or something."
He wasn't sure how this undead even had money, but they were in a store full of candy. Surely the undead could get some cheap sugar fix.
TG's claws tightened around the candy bar. He glanced around and pointed to a FireFinger Candy bar. "There. Buy that." He said.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 5:06 pm
Slaw tightened the muscles around his bad eye to glance where TG had pointed. It was not Chili Pepper Chocolate. He shook his head 'no' and now both eyes fixed on what he really wanted.
"Please?" Oh the demeaning nature of this.
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