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Ah the glamour of school life. With it had come living in a dormitory among demons. At least it was race specific Titus thought but it didn't please him any more. The second highlight was the food. Or the gruel they tried to pass off as some sort of substance. Titus didn't eat often. It was like his sleeping habits, he didn't sleep unless forced to (Which mainly consisted of trauma to the head). Every once in a while though he would find himself with the need to eat something but the lunch room conditions were less than favorable.

Immediately upon walking into the cafeteria he sneered, the smell alone making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Figuring it was at least worth investigating before he made a trip into town, Titus strolled over to the lunch line only to recoil with disgust. It was worse than any nightmare. Sloppy Joes. He could see the messy soupy meat substance boil and bubble looking like it had been sitting in the same container for the last week.....was that an eyeball? The lunch lady....man....person didn't aid in making him feel any better about it.

"What do you want?" Came the question as a tray was set on top of the glass with a plate.

"Something edible which apparently you don't have."

The lunch lady/man seemingly ignored Titus as they placed an open bun on the plate and slopped a good heap of the mushy maggot meat. The sticky noise it made as it fell from the ladle and onto the bun made a shiver run up Titus' spin. As it hit it splattered but mostly it contained its form almost like a jello mold....wait...was it moving?

"I am not eating that..." Titus protested taking a step back.

"Would you like a side?" Again Titus was being ignored but there was no way he was picking up that tray. Not if his life depended on it. He was just about to turn when the plopping noise of multiple things hitting the floor caught his attention. Looking down he saw the milk cartons only to follow the trail to a pair of legs, a rather long pair of legs. He was just to the torso of this boil? ghoul? when the voice of familiarity rang out. White eyes training on the feline's face Titus didn't seem to register who it was.

"You? Who the hell are you?" Short term memory? Bad with faces? Or simply just playing ignorant? No matter the cause it truly seemed like Titus didn't know who he was talking to.

With the aid of his wings Titus took a quick step back avoiding the punch to the gut, though barely. He hissed slightly as he took hold of the blasted food tray the lunch shemale had been trying to give to him and flipped the 'food' onto the floor so that he could use the tray as a shield against further attacks.

"I'm assuming that you're completely out of your mind?" Titus asked, readying himself for another attack. Mostly he was prepared to turn his body to prevent a swift kick to the groin. That's what all the ghouls seemed to want to do. It was possible though, despite his defensive position that there was a hint of a smile to Titus' face. The smallest expression that said 'u mad?'

And just like that she backed off. Titus could see that confused look only to be followed by a questioning stare. He wasn't sure if she had pieced things together or if she really was confused. Her statement made him internally twitch but his facial expression never wavered. "You don't say?"

When she started to head off he relaxed, looking to the tray in his hands before he simply dropped it on the floor on top of the mess of food. He waited for a moment before curiosity got the better of him and he followed the feline to a table. "You try to hit me and all you have to say is I was mistaken?" Titus asked though his tone was amused. "Tell me more about this supposed dream me." Was he that much of a narcissist or what? It was probably a terrible thing to ask.

Taking a seat Titus placed his elbow on the table while propping his chin up in his hand. His expression seemed rather amused with what she was coming up with, mostly because he knew most of it was a lie. If anything he was mostly good at reading people, you had to in order to know what bothered them. It still didn't keep him for internally twitching, however, the hand on his chin wavering just slightly to rub at his face before it went back to its previous job. He could really care less if he had bad breath, in Halloween to some that was an endearing quality, but the zit was rather troublesome to think about.

"Sounds like an a*****e." Titus grinned. "He seemed to have gotten you riled up though." The demon mused. "Otherwise, why would you have attacked me out of the blue?" His smile was rather dark, those white orbs gleaming with mischief. Yes, he was still playing ignorant. It was fun to toy with people into thinking they had dreamed the whole thing up. That and it was hard to ignore her tone that had been seething with anger.

Titus' smile of amusement began to waver ever so slightly.

Big...

Okay he could handle that, he was tall he could see the comparison.

Goofy...

Titus didn't considering himself anything remotely close to goofy. Goofy was a title best given to the nerdy zombie boy he met shortly after he started.

Lovable...

What was even....did she hear the things coming out of her mouth? Titus was fairly certain he was going to be sick. In fact, he was pretty sure there was the taste of bile in his mouth.

stuffed animal....

What...in the name of jack....was going on.

Titus stared at Riyo for a moment his expression rather hollow like at any moment he might crack. His gaze followed that sinister grin as it crossed her lips and he just knew, just ******** knew, she was trying to get him to crack. Well, enjoy this Ms. Boil.

Titus started off with a chuckle, the hint of a smile making its way back across his face. The chuckle eventually turned into a maddening laugh that seemed to jar Titus' entire body. Had he cracked and gone mad?

"As much of a stuffed animal as you are a ghoul I imagine." Another shot at her masculine attire? You betcha. "So tell me, Ms. Boil, where do you plan to take your realizations?" The jig was up more than likely but that wasn't going to keep Titus from playing until that proverbial horse was beaten into the ground. Beaten, broken, and pulverized into dust.

Titus made a face.

It truly summed up how he felt about the whole good reputation bit pouring from Riyo's mouth like flowery vomit. "Do you even hear yourself?" Not that anyone would believe the garbage coming out of her mouth.

Still, he wasn't one to risk ruining a bad reputation. He had an image to uphold. It was slightly sideways and had probably never been level a day in his life but it was something. "Fine, you want me to stop calling you a boil prove to me that you aren't."

His facial expression was rather stoic all of a sudden as if he were making business negotiations. He clasped his hands together in front of himself on the table, his eyes staring into Riyo's with intensity that refused to waver. He was dead serious.

Titus rolled his eyes a bit but when it seemed it was going to be down to business he waited patiently for Riyo to speak before he continued. "A bet?" He thought for a moment. Considering the girl's normal form of dress and her figure he imagined she had never worn a dress a day in her life. It was possible he could get something out of this.

"Intriguing but there will stipulations and what should you propose I get...when you fail?" Titus asked with a gleaming smile adding that last part as if his victory was assured.