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As soon as the laughing started Titus snapped out of his stupor staring at the feline in disbelieve. She had...tricked him. Well obviously, but he had fallen for it hook line and sinker.

When the laughing didn't stop his expression turned dark ready to turn this around on the feline in a minute.

"Then I hope you will enjoy your picture up to accompany it. I'm sure it would look good on the front page of my Facespook." He looked at his watch again. Time was almost up. "Looks like you're going to lose, Princess. I hope you are armed and ready for the onslaught of rumors that will begin in ten minutes." Titus wouldn't bother with spreading rumors so early, that was far too much work but he enjoyed throwing the threat out there.

Titus seemed a bit more prepared this time, despite the sudden lunge. It wasn't like Riyo hadn't just done this a few moments ago. Her hands were out stretched toward him and the demon was quick to grab her wrists to restrain them as she clawed her way toward his person. He had to give her one thing, she was stronger than she looked. More than a few times he misjudged the amount of strength she was wielding and found claws racking across his arm drawing thin lines that immediately beaded with crimson. Clothes were pulled at until finally she managed to fish a picture out of one of the outside pockets on his jacket. It was like it had gone through a super shredder, it rained tiny fragments that were no longer recognizable.

Growling in frustration Titus did his best to protect the others but it was obvious Riyo was on a mission. Despite how the demon tried to bob and weave a lucky snatch would withdraw a picture and shred it to ribbons until he was down to a precious few. It was then he took flight again to avoid any more lucky grabs. "Who knew you wanted me so badly, Princess. It looks like I had you clawing at me begging for more." If that's what she was aiming for he would use it to his advantage.

This wasn't the first time someone had tried to return his given gesture and taunt him. Titus liked a fight but there was something at stake at the moment. That and time was almost up.

Floating above the ghoul Titus almost looked bored. "Is that the only thing you can muster up as an insult? Frankly I am disappointed. You think this is the first time I have been referred to as a child?"

He waved at the crowd as they happened to turn and look. "Yes, let's get the audience gathered for when the time comes, ya?" He looked at his watch again and decided to give the count down. "Four minutes, I hope you are prepared."

Cuddle muffin...did she just call him...Cuddle muffin?

Cuddle ******** jack damn muffin?

:V

That pleased expression melted away in a second and Titus looked annoyed. Oh, they had a war a-brewin' and Riyo was only adding oil to the already spreading flames. Each compliment earned an eye twitch, his lips drawing back in a deep grimace. The cherry on top of this whole charade was the last mind blowing, teeth clenching, anger inducing name that should never have been uttered upon pain of death.

T-chan.

"I don't know that I would want to take you anywhere, Snookums." Titus nearly hissed. "Wearing that floozy of an outfit I think you would only rape me once the Ferris wheel reached the top." He knew wearing the dress made her uncomfortable so why not exploit it. There were mere minutes to kill. "I dunno about you but I'm not kind of guy. I'm not just an easy lay, I have standards." He floated down a little but was still well outside of reach.

The fire was extinguished just like that. Titus was left confused staring after the ghoul as she simply walked off. Wasn't she even going to stand up for herself. Beh....

Slowly Titus lowered himself to the ground, staring at the shoes the ghoul had cast aside. Casually he plucked them out of the dirt giving an eye to those who were still watching.

"Well, what the ******** are you looking at huh? This isn't a jack damn show for the lot of ya so just jog on! Casse-toi!" With that Titus stormed off with what little he had gathered for the evening to decide what his next move would be.

At about two in the morning, Riyo finally walked through the door of the demon dorms.

It had taken her that long because she actually walked all the way back, instead of taking a cab as they had traveling to the theme park. Unlike her usual self, the ghoul was slouching, finding no energy to sport anything other than a forlorn expression. No point in hiding it right now. She was sad. Upset even. Not only had she lost the bet, but at the very end Titus had the gall to call her a floozy. Honestly though, considering everything she'd done today, the feline felt like a floozy. As if she had deemed herself worthy of the title. She felt ashamed, but at the same time, disheartened that she had lost. She supposed it didn't matter if you put a bow on a mangy cat. It wasn't pretty, it was just a mangy cat with a bow, and probably looked more ridiculous than it did before...

Yes, she was just a mangy cat with a bow on its head. A false advertisement. And now she would be a slutty mangy cat with a bow, once Titus started spreading that rumor.

The feline let out a long, quiet sigh as she finally managed to step in. Her feet were bare and dirty, probably a little cut up, though she hadn't sat down to examine them. Her eyes seemed glued to the floor, though she did manage to glance at Deacon once, and once she did, her tired eyes managed to shoot him a nasty glare.

This was obviously no time to confront Riyo about anything at all.

She wasn't sure why Deacon thought he was such a special snowflake in her eyes, especially after the s**t he'd pulled that fateful night, but it looked like a six foot deep grave wasn't enough for the male bakeneko.

As the boil kept talking, the feline suddenly stopped her advances forward towards her room. Even if she wanted to, she didn't have the energy to run from him tonight. The glare she had shot him turned into something more disgusted as her back straightened out so she could appear taller. Obviously she wouldn't be taller than him, but every inch counted, right?

"Oh. I suppose you're waiting for the part where I apologize for leaving my knight in shining armor behind, huh?" Riyo wasn't going to hide the fact that she was seething. There would be no surprise punchline, only a raise in her voice. "First of all? The fact that you followed me is disgusting in and of itself. Which means you knew about the bet. Which means you had been eavesdropping on me and my companions." That part she really wasn't surprised over, however.

"But you know what's worse? You were certain I'd need help. So much help that you tried to recruit your friend." And now she was both disgusted AND hurt.

"Oh, but wait. You just... Had to add a cherry on top, didn't you?! You think that, for some reason or another, I'd be interested in hooking up with your friend because of aesthetic reasons, yes? So, not only do you think I'm ugly, but you think I'm some shallow tramp, too. Thanks Deacon. You have no idea how much I needed that after today. Thank you for reaffirming everything I was dwelling on during the loooong walk home."

Her hands went to her lips as she looked him over. Not like a woman looked over a man, but as an artist would look over a mediocre piece of art. "Congrats. No man has ever made me feel lower than you do. Not even Titus."