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Titus was determined. He was burdened with such glorious drive that he found himself frozen in place staring at a woman's clothing store with wide deer in the head light eyes. His purpose for coming here had been simple, face his fear, but now that he was actually here it just didn't seem like a good idea. The nightmare demon didn't want people to get the wrong idea after all. He didn't strap on a pair of heels and waltz around in a dress like some weirdo. That was only for special occasions and random bank holidays.

It was all Hel's fault anyway. She seemed so determined to show off her....assets that Titus felt special measures were needed to build up a tolerance. That or he was going to risk dissipation from nose bleeds every time he was around the damn ghoul. Sigh.

Sweat had beaded up along his brow as his eyes turned toward the door, his hands clutching into fists. To go through with it...or not to go through with it. That was the ultimate question. With stiff robotic grace Titus turned toward the entrance and took a single step. One step closer to victory. The next step he found his knees wobbling but he would be damned if he would let that stop him. Just getting inside for now would be the goal. If he could get inside he could say he did it and work up from there.

His progress was slow, calculated, each foot placement set to ensure he wouldn't trip up and fall on his face. He was getting jittery though, anxious, and he found his foot steps quickening hoping to get this over with. By the time he was feet from the door he was rushing, almost blindingly so to get in and out of the store with haste. Titus didn't see the woman with her arms full of bags heading to the door. If he had he probably would have aborted the mission and ran off to the closest cafe. Instead a terrible series of events occurred.

The door was thrown open and what Titus hoped would be a quick in and out deal ended up with him slamming into something or someone. There was a loud cry and a sudden explosion of clothing as bags flew into the air. The force of the contact had been enough to throw Titus back and onto his rear and allowed him a perfect view as a rain of lingerie fell around him. It was a colorful array of unmentionables that covered him and the floor around him like a blanket. As soon as the woman managed to collect herself, a full figured demon from the look of it, she let out a squeal before bringing up her purse to wail on Titus.

"Creep!" She shrieked between her hits.

Titus was too stunned at first to react though the first whack across the face seemed to bring him back to reality. He jarred back to himself and scrambled to his feet trying to block the incoming blows. "Lady. LADY! Cut it out!" He made a dash from the shop running down the sidewalk while leaving a trail of panties and bras in his wake. Making a sharp turn when one was available Titus ran a few more feet before dashing into the next closest shop. There he waited catching his breath, trying to keep out of sight and peering out the window to see if he had been followed. He pressed himself against the wall, all six foot three of him looming in the darkness as he waited.

It was only after a few moments that he managed to look inward toward the shop and spotted an elderly couple behind the register staring at him oddly. They looked a little spooked like they were unsure if he was going to rob the place....or perhaps it was the fact that he was still littered in undergarments.

With fidgety panicked motions Titus rid himself of the remaining panties and bras, pulling them from his shirt and just dropping them on the floor. He managed to miss one on his horn but he couldn't really see it and thus straightened himself out like everything was okay. Okay....he was cool, this was good....where the heck was he?

A closer inspection of the shop and Titus noticed the cages and tanks, random fear candies and collars. It was a mini pet store....

Titus had stiffened slightly when the door to the pet shop opened but was thankful it was no one he had seen recently. Relaxing a bit he diverted his attention to the pen of pups close by until the ghoul decided to approach and point out a certain accessory he didn't know he had.

"...Eh? Unmention-" Titus reached around his head finding the offending piece of fabric, a sense of panic hitting him again as he struggled to remove it. It took a bit of pulling and unwinding but finally the bra went flying and disappeared behind a display. "Stupid kidget, stupid bras." Maybe that was why Riyo was easier to hang out with. She was so flat chested.

Finally turning his attention back to the ghost the nightmare demon made a face. "Sheesh, what would make you think that was an accessory? Are you out of your mind?"

His disagreeable expression turned into something rather flat as he stared at the ghost. She went from fashion accessory to pervert in the blink of an eye. Something told Titus she probably didn't know what a pervert was.

"Do you by chance even know what you're talking about?" He asked in a tone that was just as flat as his expression.

He only kept his eyes on her for a moment though, yapping somewhere below him seemed to be trying to gain his attention and he looked down to find some of the smallest foxfires he had ever seen. The side of the play pen was labeled with a sign that said pygmies. So they really did get smaller than they already were?

His answer was in the moment she brought out the pocket dictionary and read from it word for word. Rolling his eyes he looked back down at the tiny fluff balls. One seemed to be trying harder than the rest to get attention, a little ghostie, spinning in mad circles before barking at the pair.

"And who is to say what's good, right and proper? It's all a matter of perspective and not something you can get from a simple definition. And by that definition I would say everyone is a pervert at some point or another. You can't always be right in the eyes of everyone." Didn't Titus know.

Seemingly curious enough Titus reached down and picked up the fluffy pygmy foxfire in one hand, it seemed to wiggle with delight despite the awkward hold. Its little feet were going a mile a minute but to where no one knew.

"Sir....." Did she just say what he thought she did? He narrowed his eyes down at the small mirror ghost but she didn't seem to give the name she had given him much thought. "First of all Half Pint, I don't like things on my horns. Second of all, I have a name that doesn't have Per or vert in it." He had brought down the foxfire to point at her with each topic. The small creature didn't seem to mind, its little feet flailing happily. "Third, they will not make me pay for this mangy mutt."

"Actually I would, especially if you keep shaking it like that." The shop keeper spouted from the counter. It was an older looking monster of some sort. Scales covered most of his face and hands and his eyes had a strange pattern to them. They were wide and unblinking and a moment later his tongue darted out of his mouth to lick them both in turn to moisten them. It had Titus making a face of disgust.

"Well, Kidget barely comes to here so you can imagine how much smaller you come to scale, Half Pint." He made of point of showing how tall Hel was before accentuating the little nick name he had picked out.

Frowning at the shop keeper he allowed the little ghoul to take the foxfire from him, the little creature wiggling happily in her grasp. "The name is Titus by the way." He made a face at the ghoul as she cuddled the little fluff ball.

"Whatever you say, Half Pint." Titus mused looking back at the pygmy foxfire that seemed to be overjoyed at the attention it was receiving. "I think this one should be called Pipsqueak. It's barely big enough to be a mouse let alone a foxfire."

When the unmentionables were brought up again Titus frowned. "It's....sort of a long story. And one I would rather not get into." The demon thought about turning and leaving but a certain lady stalking passed the store caught his attention and he ducked back out of sight. Looked like he was going to be here a bit longer.

"Are you actually going to buy something, boil, or are you going to loiter?" The old man asked.

"Pssh, I'll buy something just chill." The demon had no idea what. He had no pets but he would figure out something if it meant he got to hide away a little longer.

"So what are you in here for?" Titus decided to ask the little ghost. Might as well make conversation.

"W..what?" This little twerp seriously wasn't asking about.....She couldn't be. "I'll have you know my size is adequate and well above average." He coughed trying to hold back a nervous gesture. At least that response would cover all bases. And while Titus was somewhat mentally squirming his roleplayer was also immaturely laughing about 'size.'

The little ghost focused on his height for a moment longer before her attention went back to the little foxfires in the pen. "I dunno, they probably make glue out of them or maybe with enough of them they can make a nice fur coat." He was joking but he couldn't help but say something dreadful. It was in his nature. His own words had him wondering though. What happened to the pets at the shop. He only ever saw baby minis. Did they really manage to adopt out all the pets?

"Hey old man?" Titus finally asked looking back toward the counter. The elderly couple both gave him a short look but waited for him to continue. "What happens to the pets if they don't get adopted?"

The old man frowned slightly but also looked a tad sad. "Well, it does happen from time to time but we unfortunately can't keep them. They get turned over to the pound for a small fee once they are too old. They stay there until they find a home or..." He trailed off and didn't finish.

Frowning Titus turned back to the pen with the pygmy foxfires. The one he had picked up early was sitting so neatly at the edge of the pen staring up at him with those beady little eyes. It was like it was looking down into his very soul. Kind of unnerving. Did they really go to the pound and just sit?

After a long staring contest Titus reached back down into the pen and picked up the foxfire in one hand like before. Instantly the little creature began to squirm with happiness. "You better not pee on the floor, that's all I'm going to say. What the heck do I need for this thing?" Titus wasn't asking anyone in particular....but it looked like he was seriously breaking down and buying a pet.