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School had started and already Titus had assignments. Normally he would brush them off and not even bother but his father had sent a number of threatening texts wanting to see grades and progress and so...Titus was doomed to do school work. Not really keen on staying in his dorm the demon sat in the commons area in the dormitory, lounging on a love seat with his feet propped up on the arm rest. He seemed to be puzzling over a notebook in his lap while biting on the top of a quill.

Why a quill you ask? Normal writing utensils were plentiful, pens, pencils, and the like (At least when not stolen) but this was a special case. Titus had even gone out and bought a jar of ink so that he could put his prize to use. One of the feathers he had plucked from Freya's wing. He had carefully cut the end so that it would hold ink the way it should and it looked as though he wasn't too bad at writing with it, the script on the page rather fancy and old fashioned.

It took a moment to realize Titus had eyes on him. He had heard the footsteps coming down the hall but really hadn't paid them any mind until he realized they had stopped not far away. Pausing in his studies he turned his head just enough to catch sight of the Valkyrie, his eyes twitching slightly seeing it was a reaper. Jack they were everywhere weren't they, like vermin infected everything in this school. They were even in his dorm which was supposed to be a safe haven. So much for that.

After a moment of silence Titus pulled the quill from his mouth, the top having been chewed rather thoroughly. He didn't move from his lounging position but a question still rose and passed his lips. "What?" His tone was flat as he stared back with those white and black eyes, disdain creeping into his expression.

Titus sighed seeing the reaper move closer but his expression perked at the question a hint of a smile touching his lips. "And what's it to ya, Dollface?" Lightly he twirled the feather between his forefinger and thumb before moving to sit up. The feather certainly seemed too big to be a normal quill but that didn't seem to hinder Titus in the slightest.

"You in the market?" The demon asked curiously.

"Oi, a bit impatient are we?" Titus stood then, tucking the tip of the feather behind his ear. As he moved his coat and wings seemed to shift in shape as if the subtle breeze controlled their form before they reshaped into what they were.

With a sneer he sighed. "Fine, a rather busty ghoul saw fit to part ways with them. I merely saw a use." Still wasn't much of an answer but it was certainly a hint. "Anything else I can do for ya, Kidget?"

"I just don't know why its so important that you know," Titus mused watching the ghoul move to a different position. His eyes darted up and he realized she was standing in the path to the exit. Clever little minx she was. "I'd say Kidget is a good enough name." Titus didn't even bother to play the name exchange game and give her something in return.

Pondering over what to tell her Titus held his hand just above Hel's height. "I'd say about as tall as you," because all short people were the same height right? Close enough. "Blonde in every sense of the word, nice set of boobs though." Did he mention the boobs? Those were worth mentioning again. If anything the reaper had a nice set. "Not quite right in the head it seemed. Her ability to speak was a little iffy." Titus was fairly certain the bird that had nested in her brain had died and was now rotting away. "And yes, she gave them to me." He smiled. "Reluctantly." Meaning she hadn't given them to him at all.

Her tone and demands normally would have made him laugh but the sudden hand in his face had his hair bristling along his neck. Like a rabid dog he snapped at her fingers out of instinct knowing they were far too close for comfort.

There was no regret in his actions, though he still took a step back, his hand reaching up to take hold of the quill and securely hold it in his hand. "I plucked the chicken, I think I'll keep it." Though his smile turned a bit more devious. "Unless you'd like to make an exchange. I do need something to write with after all. So much homework to get done." His hand reached out toward Hel's wing though he wasn't moving quickly. The Valkyrie would easily be able to step aside of his grasping fingers.

A split second had passed before Titus realized what was going to go down. His saw her face contort in anger, her mouth start to open as she let out a furious cry of rage, and her body began to shift as she brought up her arms ready to tackle. He didn't even bother to brace himself, instead he waited for her to lunge, his arms coming around her as she gripped him around the middle. He made an odd 'oof' noise as she hit his body being forced back regardless if he was ready or not.

He made sure to cushion his fall mostly on his rear, curving his back so that when he continued the fall he could keep with the momentum. As he started to roll with her he tried to kick against the floor with his feet to continue their tumble, to complete the roll and hopefully end up on top of this little adventure. Whether it would work or not time would tell.

The roll completed Titus found himself in an odd and somewhat awkward position. Since Hel was determined to clasp around his waist he was forced to straddle her hips in reflex to keep from crushing her with his knees. Why did he care? It was hard to say but he sat there somewhat pinning her down with his body while she retained her vise like hold with her arms.

"Well, if you wanted this kind of action I would have gladly taken you upstairs." Titus said in a tone that sounded as unphased as he could manage. Yeah, he totally hadn't just been tackled by a raging midget valkyrie. Truth be told he was a little sore and he was fairly certain his rear was bruised.