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Titus huffed for a moment, staring at the shoes Riyo so thoughtfully set in front of him. Well, a bet was a bet. She would probably regret letting him wear her shoes.

It was a process removing his boots and setting them aside before he even made an attempt to put on the red heels. The effort it took to put them on was well...it wasn't worth it but he finally managed to cram his feet into what he deemed dainty shoes.

Despite how much they hurt Titus stood with an air of confidence mock flipping his hair over his shoulder.



He would rock these shoes like no shoes had ever been rocked.

He stared at the feline for a moment longer until she finally pointed out the photobooth. "Ah yes, now its time for my prize in the game." Titus mused, snatching up his boots before he began rubbing his hands together almost gleefully, hobbling his way over to the booth. It was still a fabulously manly hobble.

Stopping at the booth it didn't take long to see what picture had gathered the most attention. Kitten panties, puffed cheeks, this picture....priceless.

"Yo man, I'm going to need about," Titus thought it over counting away. "Seven copies of that picture there."

"Do you want the wallet size, eight by elevens or keycahin?"

Oh ho ho, choices. "One of each and four extra wallet sized ones." Titus was going to live this up, but why was he getting extras?

Titus was a tower among demons. The only person that would probably still stand higher than him was that stupid fleabag Sura. It was hard to compete with a ghoul..boil? that stood around seven feet.

The buzz of questions finally got his attention and Titus looked back just as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket.

He smiled almost cruelly as he pulled the money he would need from his wallet and handed it over. "Why not Princess? I'm sure you're friends will want to commemorate your time dressed up. Wingnut and Kidget will love this picture don't you think?" A kind gesture with the cruelest intentions. "I'm sure a few others might enjoy it too." He added turning back around to receive the envelope that contained his prize. Sweet Sally this was worth it even if he lost.

Pulling out the wallet sized pictures Titus immediately put them in his bill fold and put it away as a security measure. That way if anything happened to the rest(he glanced at Riyo then) he would still have some.

Titus grinned at how hard Riyo was trying to convince him. How adorable of her to give it her best effort. Too bad it wasn't going to work.

"You are trying awfully hard, Princess. And no, I didn't get them to hold them over your head." His grin grew even more devious, though faltered a bit when he took a step. Damn these shoes were painful. Why the hell had she worn these? "I fully intended to pass them out. Gifts...for all your friends and acquaintances."

Oh snap it was on. Titus didn't have much time to react before he found a mess of blonde hair lunging toward him, claws grasping for the envelope in his possession. He did what he could to hold the contents high over his head to prevent her from taking them. Too bad he wasn't that stable in these jack damn heels. Titus could already feel himself teetering ready to fall.

Instead of being taken down, he flapped his wings hard and took flight. He had never really carried anyone before but he was able to at least drag Riyo a few feet off the ground as he moved back to prevent his falling. "If you want these you're going to have to work for them." He chimed.

The question was what did Titus value more? The photos he had just obtained or the boots he held in his other hand? Or his pants, he was certain they were probably important too. Thankfully he had a little time, the belt was keeping them in place but he could still feel them sliding down his hips.

"I didn't realize you were so eager to get into my pants," Titus joked, though it was easy to see he was talking with effort. Keeping them both aloft was a lot of work. He needed to work on his wing strength.

Now to think. Boots or Photos. Boots or photos. The answer was simple.

"I bequeath to you a boot to the head." The thus the demon dropped one of his boots letting it fall toward Riyo's face. Such a kind soul.

The sudden drop in weight sent Titus tumbling in the air head over high heels until he landed smack dab in the midst of a tree. Limbs tangled with limbs the demon let out a groan but he still had one boot and his photos. The pain was worth it. "Oww..." Maybe.

Riyo however was falling toward a world of hurt. The cold concrete would have been there to greet her but instead the ghoul would find herself falling into a pair of arms. They still lacked warmth but they were definitely a softer blow than the ground would have been.

"Woah, I know that line about fallen angels is a little over used but...I think in this case it might count."

The boil smiled charmingly, bits of jet black curls falling into his face. His skin was pale, deathly pale. Not unlike the boil Riyo had ran into earlier.

"You alright, Screechheart?"

Violet eyes grew wide as the boil gently shifted Riyo toward the ground. He could see her balled fist, no need to make any sudden movements.

"Woah, easy there. I'm not looking for a meal, Screechheart." Once Riyo was on her feet the boil brought his hands up defensively taking a step back. "You just looked like you were in a bit of trouble that's all. Falling and all that jazz. I'm not one to pass up helping a pretty ghoul."