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Grocery shopping was, quite frankly, something Ily hated and yet liked to do. She hated it because she had to be in a tiny store with weird people and had to be polite and patient in the check-out lines. However, on an up-side, that also meant she could get whatever she wanted for their meals so long as it stayed within Damon's guidelines and included his favorite foods and snacks. Still, with an absolutely bored look on her face and a long list in the other, Ilyrosa traveled along the aisles without really paying attention to where she was going.

Until she nearly ran into Damien as she rounded a corner. "Woah! Sorry, didn't see you," Ily apologized, tone just as bored and insincere as she currently felt. So wrapped up in her thoughts of how boring shopping in general was, the teen failed to notice the fact that the boy she had nearly ran into was Gabriel's brother. Had she, her look might have been more confused as to what he was buying but quite frankly, at that moment she didn't honestly care at all what he had.

Anger flared at the snappish tone, glaring at the boy as he started to yell at HER. How dare he?! She could kick his a** in a heartbeat with one arm tied behind her back. She barely noticed the traits they seemed to share, as well as the ones they did not. All her mind recognized was that he was both younger AND a good deal shorter than herself and thus barely a threat. "Excuuuuuse me, and how could I when you're so short?" she snapped back, already waiting for the come back or tackle that was sure to come.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. "Wait, what?" Well... That was unexpected. "You mean Gabriel?" she asked, blinking and only then recognizing him. Brown hair, head wings, general odd clothing preference... There was no mistaking it, the boy was Gabriel's brother that she had seen during that one skills class with Fifth.

Ily snarled softly, fists clenching as she glared down at the little brat that dared continue his insults. "Excuse me? That's pretty tough talk for a little boy that apparently still needs diapers," she replied icily, tail swishing back and forth. Smirking softly, she waited for the boy's wrath genes to take full control and tackle her. "And here I was thinking little boys like yourself had outgrown such things. Or do you still believe in the Tooth Fairy and think girls have cooties?" she continued, smirk becoming devilish.

"Guess I was wrong."

Ilyrosa laughed, the insult increasingly weak in her opinion. How incredibly amusing that Damien actually expected her to be upset by such a comment. "Oh wow, little boy you honestly expect such comments to be considered insults? I just happen to be taller than the average woman and by the way, at least I'll get some. I doubt any woman would even want to touch a sniveling little baby like you. So why don't you pick up those diapers of yours and scurry off before a kick your a**, hm?" she replied with a snicker.

Really, why did people think that just because she was slightly older and taller than Gabe that she'd take such comments as insults? Psh, the kid was cute and adorable and somehow had captured her attention where others didn't. Strange how her crushes tended to be patience kids... Quickly whipping her thoughts out of such topics, she went back to waiting for the kid to snap at attack her. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, every movement slowed down as she waited impatiently.

As soon as that bottle was thrown, Ily snapped, baring her fangs with a hiss. "You little..." Snarling, her hand grabbed a bottle of shampoo and flung it at Damien's face. Small arcs of the liquid sailed out of where her claws had made little holes in the poor bottle, splashing against everything it touched. She didn't care if people were stopping to stare at the other end of the aisle or that the manager was heading over. That brat had to pay. Nobody threatened her and got away with it! "You should stop playing with fire before you get burned," she hissed, claws leaving little marks on her palm from clenching her fists so tightly.

Ily simply smirked as Damien threw something back, and violently. Clearly he had yet to find an actual opponent that could not only take a blow but deliver one too without crying. With lightning quick reflexes, the teen caught the baby powder with one hand, ripping the top off and flinging the white powder at the boy instead in hopes of clouding his vision.

With the aisle filled with the powdery stuff, she slipped silently to the side and started slicing open shampoo bottles, chucking them in Damien's general direction. At least one of them had to hit their mark and coat the spawn in the slick, soapy substance. And one was all she needed.

Unfortunately, spilling the baby oil was a bad idea for the both of them. As Ily snuck around, briefly distracted by the cap being thrown, her footing quickly became sketchy. Soap and baby oil was definitely the worst combination to be walking on even at as slow of a speed as she was moving. One unfortunate misstep on a partly destroyed bottle sent her flying partway backwards and down to the tiled floor.

And right into the back of Damien unfortunately for both her and him. Her elbow slammed harshly into the slick floor, jolting it straight and nearly numb as the nerves tingled as if electrocuted. Hissing softly in pain, she attempted to free her legs from his. At least, that's what the teen assumed she had them tangled up in. She remembered slipping and her legs colliding with something and the rest of her with a very slick floor. Vision flickering a bit, tinged red and powdery white, Ily tried to look around to no avail. Her powdery smokescreen had yet to wear away enough to make out much more than where the lights above were. Great.