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Titus found himself dreading Tombsday more and more with each passing day. He wanted it to be over with. Enough that his insides were twisted with anxiety. If the day could just pass him over entirely he wasn't sure he would be disappointed but as time is a cruel mistress it promptly arrived just as every other day had and the time of six o'clock was fast approaching.

As promised Titus stood outside the gates of the school waiting for Hel to arrive. The car parked not far away was a sporty number. A two seater that sat low to the ground and was obviously built for speed. As with the nightmare demon the theme of the vehicle seemed to be black with hints of blue here and there.

As for Titus himself he had dressed rather simply leaving his usual coat back at his dorm. Instead he had a button up shirt with the cuffs unbuttoned and loose around his wrists dark jeans and a nice pair of boots. Those boots were getting their work out as the demon was currently pacing the sidewalk fretting about how this would go down. Titus respected his Uncle far more than his parents and often listened to the man because of that fact more often than not. He wasn't a foolish, would he truly fall for this? Would he believe Hel was his ghoulfriend and get his parents off his back and in turn leave him alone?

Hel's sudden arrival broke Titus out of his thoughts turning to her as she gawked at his ride. "Yes, I usually leave it at my Uncle's place. I had to go get it."

There was a moment of awkward staring and a small part of Titus that realized that Hel looked pretty and another much larger part that was going to slit his wrists later in the bathtub for thinking it. It took him a moment to trail down the soft black fabric and lace until he finally came to her boots......her boots.

"What are those....?" He asked with a hint of irritation, his long fingers pointing to the offending article she was wearing. One of these things was not like the other.

If Titus hadn't been so strung up about the damn boots Hel had decided to wear with her ensemble he might have been amused with her childish awe struck expression over his car. Too bad the boots had his full attention.

"What I-," He made a face that said he was clearly not amused with her tone. "I know what they ******** are but why are you wearing them? I asked you to dress nice not look like you're ready to curb stomp someone."

He looked up toward her face again and then angrily down at the boots. This had to be a joke. A terrible terrible joke. He was already picturing the things his Uncle was going to say. What would he think? This wasn't going to work.

"Don't you have, you know, normal dress shoes?"

"Oh come off it you only dressed half nice. Sure the dress looks good but...those," Titus almost looked disgusted as he gestured to her boots again. It was obviously a losing battle though. They didn't have time for another shopping run and if she didn't have anything else to change into...boots it was. What had he gotten himself into?

"And dress shoes are something that would match the dress. For Jack's sake. You just had to have a bra that matched when its not going to be seen." He hoped. "And yet you didn't think about -" He just cut himself off pinching the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb. "Never mind let's just go."

He gestured toward the car before fumbling in his pocket for the keys. A moment later there was a beep, the lights flashing and Titus waited for Hel to move.

There were no words to describe the dumbfounded look on Titus' face as Hel exclaimed that his car had spoken. Was...she being serious? If anything she looked serious when she neatly took a seat on the hood of his car and proclaimed she was ready.

"Are....you serious?" He just had to make sure. "I mean what are you ready for a car show? Stop joking and let's go." Once again Titus gestured to the side of the car where there were doors and everything. Surely she knew how this worked.

He even made his way to the side as an example and waited seeing if any of this would click. What kind of backwoods place did she come from anyway?

It seemed he had finally gotten through. It was a relief when Hel slid off the hood and headed to the passenger door but nothing could ever be so simple. Just as Titus had opened the door on the driver's side Hel dove in through the window on her side and landed in an odd heap. Already Titus was regretting coming up with this idea and miserably pressed a hand to his face dragging it downward like he was in agony. When was this going to end?

Instead of commenting on her...interesting entrance Titus slipped into the driver's seat and turned the car on. It roared to life the engine purring as he lightly touched the gas. When he was satisfied he buckled himself in a waited for Hel to get situated.

"Just so you know you're bloomer covered a** goes in the seat, Kidget. I hope they at least taught you that in whatever rock you crawled out from under." He grumbled batting away a shoe to make sure she didn't kick him in the head.

"They all - Ah what are you-," Titus jumped as his windshield wipers came to life. He scrambled to rectify the issue but Hel had already moved on to the next button her fingers could touch. By the time the windshield wipers were off he was being blasted out with music and bass. "Why are-" Grabbing the volume knob he turned the music down only to get a blast of cold air to the face.

'Would you-" He was struggling to turn the settings back to normal his rear suddenly feeling like it was on fire as his seat heated up a little too quickly. "Jacking -" Button after button he followed after her trying to set things right. It seemed like his car was going mad. All at once the windshield wipers were going, the horn was blazing an alarm, the lights were blinking, the air was rushing at him like a hurricane, and his butt felt like it was on a grill. In the end he finally smacked her hands just as the hood of the car popped up and started to pull back to make the sports car into a convertible.

"STOP TOUCHING EVERYTHING! Merde!" He cursed a bit more in french until he got everything back to the way he liked it. By some cruel fate he hit the wrong thing and his airbag deployed right in his face. There was a moment where he didn't move until he finally began to struggle in frustration his horn catching the air bag and popping it with a loud bang. He fought the air bag down and nearly ripped it from his steering wheel and crammed it behind his seat before he turned back around and gripped said steering wheel with white knuckles. Now Hel wasn't the only on with tousled hair. It looked like Titus had just gone through a turbo dryer with the setting on '******** me up please.'

"Are you done?" He asked in a surprisingly calm voice. Maybe a little too calm.

The demon sat surprisingly still as Hel fussed with his hair before she sat back in her seat with her hands in her lap. His eyes turned toward her though nothing else did as he eyed her sheepish expression. He didn't buy it for a minute but let it slide. They were already going to be late after all the shenanigans.

"Buckle up." Was his simple and curt instruction but he gave her no time to do so as he kicked the car into high gear and took off into the street. Titus wasn't one that had a sports car just so he would have something that looked nice. No, it seemed like he had the car for the pure need for speed. True it was easy enough to get around while flying but if he was on the ground he was going to go fast. The buildings passing them by were almost a blur and when they went over a hill there was a brief feeling like the car was flying. The only time Titus remotely slowed as at the turns. It didn't seem like he was concerned about hitting anyone. They would just reappear elsewhere right?