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Yelping, Kalore cursed loudly as he landed hard on the ground, struggling to get untangled from the case that he was in. “MONTY!” Yelling, he glowering before he was able to get a leg out but nothing more than that. He continued to fight to get out of the cocoon, but it was hard to do so when he kept cursing and trying hard not to laugh at his plight. Such an annoying demon he had, sometimes. The brat really was annoying. “You kicked me, you jerk!” He almost was able to get his hand out...

Kalore continued to fight and try to get out of the covers that were trapping him as he growled and flicked off his demon once his hand was free. “You jerk!” But there was humor in his eyes as he continued to struggle but soon... he found that he was tangled too deeply in the cocoon to get out without at least some form of help. His pride stopped him from asking for it, but then he whined, stilling. “Monty...” Sniffling cutely, he pouted as he just stayed there. The poor, marvelous tracker couldn’t get out of the cocoon of blankets.

He tried to get out again, whining more. “I’m trapped.” He rolled around some before he ran into Monty, whining more. Some of the blankets had come undone when he had done that so he did so again, able to get a bit more breathing room. He couldn’t get two of the blankets to release his hands, however, as he groaned and whined a bit more. “Damn it, I’m stuck.” This was what he got for getting kicked off the bed into a bundled up mess... then again, why was he blaming himself? It was the demon’s fault! He was the one that kicked him off!

Twitching at the other, he tried kicking out at the demon but then glowered and just got up, finding the clothes that he had brought over to the apartment. “I’ll be down in a bit, you jerk...” For someone who would enjoy his Christmas present, Kalore found it interesting that he didn’t even stay around... but the thought was gone as he smiled, changing into tight fitting black jeans, keeping barefoot for now, with a close fitting shirt as well in blacks, blues, and greens. He stretched, the shirt raising just the slightest bit, pulling a jacket over it as he went downstairs, brushing his hair. “So, do you want to go back to Dusk with me so that I can get some information about what she and Kyoshi want for the wedding?”

Blinking, Kalore laughed as he nodded, walking over to the other with a small smile. “Aah, so after kicking me off the bed, you deserve a wonderful greeting?” He raised a brow before leaning close, acting as though he were to kiss him before stealing the strawberry in a single bite and walking away to the table, grinning. “Good morning, my lovely demon. I do hope you slept well?” An innocent sense about him, the man tried hard not to grin to where his face split, but it was hard as he leaned against the table. He didn’t know where all Monty cooked well enough to take a place for his normal spot on a counter. Chairs just weren’t high enough and he always felt so... confined.

The elf laughed before he leaned forward, gently taking Monty’s arm to give him a soft kiss on his shoulder, looking up at him. “Aw, I’m sorry.” Grinning, not at all sorry, Kalore simply blinked before nodding. “I think that I’m ready. I need to brush my teeth after all this, but then I’ll be ready. Probably should get some shoes... but I don’t have any other than the ones that I brought with me.” And those weren’t quite what he wanted to wear with this outfit. Was it bad that that mattered so much to him? Probably a little bit...

The man blinked. “I don’t like sandals.” He looked at his outfit, thinking about what kind of shoes he would need. “I don’t think I’d be able to fit your shoes comfortably... they’re just a size too big.” It wasn’t that big of a deal, but Kalore was finicky about what went on his feet. He would prefer to go barefoot all the time actually, but given that he didn’t like his feet being touched, people messing with his feet in any manner, and most businesses not allowing it, he couldn’t go barefoot around a lot of people for too long. “Do you have boots? Black, light boots? Those would work...”

Kalore stuck out his tongue at the barefoot comment before he went searching through the shoes. “I’m not going to wear a girl’s shoes...” What he didn’t realize was that he and a girl sometimes did have the same style, at least when it came to good fashion. But, he didn’t bother thinking about that as he found a pair of decent black boots, pulling them up and lacing them up tightly to him, letting the top hug his calf, making it to where they looked like they were meant to be there. The shoes were a bit loose on the bottom and a bit dirty, but oh well. He didn’t live there so Kalore couldn’t keep his own things there for easy access. Stretching, however, he smiled a bit at the other. “Now... are you ready? The bride’s probably already up and turning into a bridezilla...” Funny how easy it was for women to do so.