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Character(s): Dante, The Prince
Content: A trip to find a hotel gone awry?
Setting: Estale a Cereja
Time: Week 3, evening
Warnings: Prince and Dante end up at Estales. Need I say more?

Thanks to an easily distracted mind, The Prince was feeling much better over the course of the walk. Now that he was away from all those people staring at him, he could blissfully forget (or at the very least try to.) the trouble he had caused.

Still, he was more reserved than usual. He didn't skip along the streets or make exclamations about this or that fabulous thing that everyone had to know about. In fact, he was quite calm now, with only the slightest jolt going into his step as he saw something exciting. But he would not yell out! No! Because he was a good Prince and good Princes didn't yell or shout and oohh, look at that! No. He wouldn't tell Dante about it. He would not! Probably.

Without realizing it, The Prince had stopped to stare through a shop window. Suddenly, a large sound came from his... stomach? Ah, The Prince really should have eaten more than just that piece of fruit! Now he was just so very hungry. Fear was an awful thing: It made him lose his appetite at first, and then be even hungrier later. The Prince did so hope that they made it too wherever they were going soon. He so wanted something to eat!

The signs on the window were very strange. The Prince understood some of the words like "toy" but most were completely foreign to him. He was just about to walk away when he saw the word "flavored." Ah, they must have food! he thought. He didn't even bother to read what the rest of it said. He was already on his way inside the door. A sad case of upbringing; he was never taught to read long enough. He didn't even think about where Dante was at this moment.

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Dante had decided to return to the central Actua Are where he had spent a night earlier. At this rate, he should have been looking for a storefront with an apartment above it, not a hotel. He wasn’t leaving this city any time soon. The stark lack of demons underlined this fact. He should set up shop instead of running around the city with a kid-sized bundle of hell. At least the kid was behaving himself now. He was scared into submission, just like a run of the mill demon. Maybe the kid was another form a demon. It would make sense, what with the strain put on Dante’s nerves.

Anyway, they were going to make it to the Actua Are, and then they’d stake out the Cheap Prayer and wait for Jenet to show up. Maybe he’d even call her out with a note over the network. As soon as he saw her, she was getting her companion back and he was getting the hell out of Dodge. That was if he didn’t try to swing at her first. He never usually hit ladies, but she would be a fine exception to the rule.

So he trudged on through the city, trying his best to ignore the kid while at the same time making sure he didn’t cause any more scenes. He hardly had to work at keeping him quiet or on the straight and narrow. The Prince was probably still trembling over the stern talking-to Dante had issued at Matinal’s. Who could forget that? Maybe he should have let his eyes glow red for added pants-wetting effect.

Then suddenly! The Prince was off like a shot. He’d stopped to stare at something moments before. Dante didn’t care what had caught his interest, but now he did. He watched as The Prince vanished into a store.

Dante took a few moments to assess the store. On any other day, it might have been entertaining to visit such a place. It was either an adult wares vendor, or as a porno shop. That was easy to tell just by the darkened windows. The signs made it even more blatant. Some of what they were selling made even Dante raise his eyebrows. Estale a Cereja, eh? He’d remember it.

He turned to continue on, but he stopped. Did the Prince really go into that store? That store? This crazy adult one? If The Prince was too young for the bar, he was most certainly too young for a store like this. Hopefully the store attendant was on his feet and would escort the Prince out.

After a few minutes’ waiting, this was not proven true. Dante groaned and stalked after The Prince. Who knew what he’d get himself into this time? Whatever it was, it was going to be a hell of a lot worse than scale-climbing.

Well, there was one good thing about his small size: The Prince wasn't easy to spot. He had slipped into the shop without notice, immediately walking between one of the aisles. Out of sight, out of mind.

Of course, he hadn't intended to be as sneaky as he seemingly was. All he wanted was to find a bite to eat. But even The Prince was beginning to see that this wasn't the sort of to find food. Still, now that he was here, he intended on looking.

It sure was a strange store! There were lots of things The Prince had never seen before. There were items advertised as toys, but The Prince couldn't understand how he was supposed to play with them. Unless... that was it! They must be dog toys! It made perfect sense. They were just the right size for a dog to chew after all. It was much better than the dogs chewing on The Prince at least. He shuddered at the thought. One too many dogs had tried to eat him up, but he had always been saved by Father! Oh, that was right, his father wasn't there anymore.

The Prince's sadness had come back a bit now, and it was with a heavy head that he continued further into the store. But something he saw perked him up immensely. "Pillows!" he cried, perhaps a little too loudly. He went to take one off the rack, but when he reached for one, another one came down with it. No, they were attached by a strap! Huh? What was that for? Wait, it couldn't be. Well, it might work...

He took off his hat and put the two halves of the pillow around the back of his head and set them on his ears. "It's an ear cozy, for sure!" he said happily. He fastened the strap somewhat awkwardly under his chin. It would do.

He suddenly remembered what he came into the store to do. It was to find that food stuff! He stepped out into an open part of the store to continue his search.

[ ooc: If it doesn’t make sense in Prince speak, he found a bra. A very LARGE bra, but nonetheless... ]

The store was rather dimly lit, as one would expect out of such a place. Dante looked around after he’d entered. This was definitely an adult store. He’d been in places like these before, usually after he found a girlfriend who’d stick around more than the standard two days. Almost anything kinky he could think of was on prominent display. The only thing that seemed to be missing was the extensive and amazing porn section. Well, it made sense. If the place didn’t even have telephones, it’d be extremely unlikely that they’d have tapes, much less DVDs. He’d have to find another way to get his jollies.

…Wait. Porn wasn’t why he’d come into the store. The sheer grandeur of the store was distracting. Hadn’t he come in here to find The Prince? Dante took a cursory look around the place. The aisles were tall and there were too many other interesting things to look at. They even had furry handcuffs! That was on the tame side of what they had, though. He walked deeper and deeper into the store, attracted by promises of exotic lingerie and extra heavy duty straps. That was good, as he had a tendency to snap those normal sissy straps in just seconds…

He was so distracted that he jumped when he heard a familiar voice shriek. Pillows? What would this place be doing selling pillows?? After a moment of consideration, Dante realized it could be one of many things. After a further moment of consideration, he realized that it was his little charge who had yelled in delight.

Dante hurried through the aisles. It got easier to track down The Prince, as there was also the sound of things falling over. What a klutz, Dante thought irritably as he turned a corner and found himself looking up an aisle towards Prince.

So this was where the promised exotic lingerie was… Dante was only momentarily distracted by all the skimpy clothing until he noticed what The Prince was doing. What. The. Hell…

Dante couldn’t help it anymore. It began as a snort, and escalated into a fit of giggles. Soon Dante was down on his knees, arms wrapped around his stomach as gales of laughter poured out of him. The Prince… had a fucking bra… tied around his head!! It was HYSTERICAL!!!! Dante furiously wished he’d had a camera. The Prince looked almost like a Vegas showpiece with the style of bra he’d chosen, too! Dante gasped, trying to catch any scrap of breath he could. The Prince was free to wander off, and he did.

He wiped away tears as he tried to stop laughing. That image would be burned into his mind forever. How could he ever look at Prince again without bursting into laughter? Maybe it was fortunate that they’d stopped here!!

The Prince was just continuing his search for food when he heard a strange noise coming from behind him. He froze in place, afraid to turn around. It sounded like laughter, and The Prince so liked laughing! But what if it was a monster coming to lure him into a trap and eat him? No, wait! What if coming into the store in the first place had been a trap? Maybe it wasn’t a store at all, but a giant monster building set on eating the Prince, just like the train had eaten Auron!

He quickly ran to the safety of another aisle. But if the whole building was a monster, then he wouldn’t be safe anywhere. The Prince felt completely helpless. What was he to do now? The monster store wouldn’t just let him leave. He suddenly thought of Dante. In hindsight, it was probably because the laughter really was Dante’s that prompted this recollection, but The Prince didn’t know that yet. Instead he thought of what Dante would do. A strong guy like Dante wouldn’t just stand there and wait to be eaten. No, he would go confront the monster thing! He fought demons, right? That sounded like monsters to The Prince. So, The Prince would fight the monster, just like Dante! He hoped...

His mind made up, The Prince crept to the end of the aisle. Slowly, he peeked his head around the side and into the next aisle. He got a sight of the monster. It was huge, with wings and gaping teeth red with blood and… wait a minute, that was The Prince’s head doing that! It wasn’t a monster at all, but Dante himself. He seemed to be laughing, as far as The Prince could tell. The Prince immediately remembered that he had left Dante behind. Oh no! He was going to be in so much trouble!

With a look of utter defeat, The Prince walked into the aisle where Dante was. "The Prince is sorry! He didn’t mean to leave. He forgot, really! He was hungry and he saw ‘flavored’ and went to go find food but he couldn’t find it and...!" He took a breath after saying that, but felt too tired to continue. He wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about anyway. Maybe Dante would nice since he was laughing? Or he was laughing because The Prince was going to be in so much trouble now. The Prince gulped and waited, fiddling with the pillow on his head. It was itchy now.

OOC: Maany apologies~~! Can Desire crash this thread, too? :D ]

OOC - Uh, it's fine with me. If it's cool with Prince-mun too, just hop in!

[ooc: Yup, it's good with me too! Ack, your comment must have gotten lost in my email. My apologies!]

Well, this was interesting. Looking up at the sex shop, Desire amused itself - for the moment - with the thought of these colorless, bland citizens actually having kinky sex. It would really be boring, wouldn't it, considering the lack of aesthetic variety and all.

Desire, for one, liked its men and women wholly different. After all, doing the same thing more than once would be terribly dull.

Or maybe it was just being too fussy.

Dropping the spent cigarette to the ground, the Endless ignored the admiring looks that it drew from the passersby, dismissing them as unimportant. Mortals really were pesky things sometimes; especially when it wasn't in the mood for playing.

Now, though, the Endless was in a rather frisky mood. Having had its fun cut short by one very impertinent nightmare, it was on the lookout for more opportunities for its fun and games.

Glancing at its reflection, Desire ran a hand through its hair even as it shifted ever so subtly, attaining more feminine curves, softening already androgynous features. Although it hardly ever bothered with shifting into one sex or another most of the time, taking its feminine form would prove to be rather interesting in this scenario.

Especially when it -- she -- knew who was just inside the shop. Hiding a faint smile, and deciding that a face-to-face meeting with Dante Sparda and the little Prince was way overdue.

Entering the shop, Desire paused for a moment to register the items on display. Not too bad, for a shop that was in a city that in turn, was right smack in the middle of nowhere.

Her attention to the items, however, was short-lived when a loud, raucous burst of laughter sounded in the relative quiet of the shop. What greeted her, though, was a laughing Dante and the Prince with a bra - of all things - on his head.

Del would like the Prince, Desire thought absently even as she made her way over to the duo. Patting the little boy's head lazily, a smirk crept across the Endless' fine features as she murmured. "You're putting that in the wrong place, my dear." A brief pause, and she continued, amused. "I suppose, even if it were to be put in the right place, you won't have the assets required to carry it off."

[OOC: Desire made a quick exit out of the previous thread, and now it's here~~whee! :D ]

It took a very long time for Dante to get his wits about him again. Just when he thought he was over it, entirely and fully, he’d glance up and catch another glimpse of the Prince, and crack up all over again. He had half a mind to let Prince wander around like that. Hell, that was worth the price of some glitzy bra to have odd stares sent their way – this time voluntarily! – all over town. He should definitely buy that for the kid. It’d be a riot. Imagine Lady’s face if she were to see them. Imagine Jenet’s! He’d tell her here, take the kid back! And he’d just wait for the reaction. It would be totally worth it.

Dante got to his feet at length, shaking his head to clear out the last scraps of laughter. He pulled out his wallet and counted his money. He still had a goodly amount left. He’d get more after he opened the hunting business here. He had pretty much given up on finding a quick and easy way back to his homeland and figured he’d best make the best of the situation. He knew there were demons around this place. They always made pests of themselves. He’d find them sooner or later, dammit.

He was about to reply with some dry, sarcastic comment to Prince’s confusion when he saw a woman walk up to the little guy. Dante couldn’t help but stare. Since when did women like THAT walk around this place? Surely he would have noticed someone like that already! He felt like he’d walked around the entire city by now. How could he have missed her?

Dante quickly decided the how questions could wait, and came to the conclusion that making the best out of a bad situation would serve him best at this point. He took a moment to run a hand quickly through his hair, straightened his coat, and strode up to the Prince, and to the woman. She was even better up close! He cleared his throat to draw her attention and ignored the Prince completely. He crossed his arms and smiled slyly. “Eh, let the kid have some fun. It looks good on him right where it is.” He unfolded his arms and offered a hand to the new woman. “The name’s Dante. Who might you be?”

The Prince leaned into the woman's touch as she pet his head. The Prince didn't know this lady, but he decided at once that he liked her. He was a bit confused by her comment, however, just as he had been confused by Dante's laughter before. It sounded like he was doing something wrong. "But The Prince thought it was an ear cozy." Even though he liked the lady a lot, she wasn't making any sense at all. "Ask it? Ask what?" Was this like twenty questions? Oh, The Prince loved games! Though, he wasn't much good at twenty questions. That might be a problem.

But then he realized that Dante wasn't laughing anymore. Instead of making him feel better, this only made The Prince more alarmed. Oh no, was Dante mad again? No, no, no, The Prince didn't want that! Ahh, he was coming this way! Quick, hide, somewhere!

The Prince opted to move behind the lady, which in his opinion turned out to be a wise choice as Dante seemed to be most interested in her anyway. He peeked out, hoping he was in the clear. Dante was saying something about The Prince, wasn't he? He wasn't angry? The Prince felt relief wash over him and he stepped back into view, though he stayed close to the lady. He liked being near her.

Although Dante seemed intent on ignoring him, The Prince had to interject with just one question. "Does that mean The Prince can keep his ear cozy?" he asked cautiously. Dante seemed to be in a good mood now, so The Prince thought it was an excellent time to ask.

Sometimes, Desire mused, humans could be rather interesting. Especially the demon hunter Dante Sparda. She didn't know him as well as her sister probably did, but the Endless knew more than enough of all his various wants and desires. She was the driving force behind it, after all.

Mildly amused at the handsome young man's remark, Desire whimsically decided to play the part of a young lady for the moment; the results of this meeting could be rather...interesting, after all.

Placing a pale, dainty hand on his, the mildly mischievous spark in tawny gold eyes playfully betraying the outwardly refined gesture, she murmured. "You can call me Desire, Dante. It's a pleasure to meet you." Nice little formalities; the world was running out of them nowadays.

Not missing the little Prince's movements, the Endless spared him a mildly fond look even as he darted behind her, apparently afraid of Dante's wrath. He was yet another one who had relatively simple desires - like Ein - and one of the few who did not incur her manipulative interests.

Desire almost liked the simple little boy, really, which was saying something, considering the fact that the word 'like' had never been in the Endless' vocabulary.

“Desire?” Dante asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “Your parents named you perfectly!” He grinned stupidly. Dante felt more than a little desire, being so close to her. He decided he really liked holding her hand, and didn’t let go of it even though it was well past the length of politeness in holding it. He also decided he really liked listening to her voice. It was precisely the type a glamorous city-going woman would have. What else was nice was her scent. Whatever perfume she used was awesome, even though he never really cared for perfume. It was like a screen to hide behind, in his opinion. But this Desire’s wasn’t. Whatever it was suited her perfectly.

And man, was she a looker! Now that he was so close, he could really check her out. She had a great curve to her hips, and her chest was excellently shaped. It looked so squeezable too, and it took all his willpower to not reach out and give it a good, firm tweak. Dante inevitably wondered how good this woman was in bed, too. She had to be just as great as her looks. How she could walk down the street and not be molested by every passing man was a right miracle. She must have experience to spare!

Dante’s thought-train was derailed by The Prince’s little question. He’d almost forgotten the kid was there! He looked between the little guy and Desire. If only he could find someone to look after the kid for a few hours. Maybe that communal journal would be just the place to look for a babysitter. He’d pay well! Women like Desire didn’t come along every day! He shook his head, trying to clear it. The bra on Prince’s head made him think of Desire yet again. What size was she? It wasn’t always obvious. And some women didn’t wear bras at all. Was Desire one of those women? He got a happy tingle simply thinking about whatever was beneath her outer layer of clothing.

Once more, and with feeling! Dante cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, Prince. Keep your ear cozy. My present to you. You’ve been such a good sport and all.” Was Desire making him be nice? He would have bought the bra even if she hadn’t shown up, but Dante would normally never compliment the little brat like that. Huh. “Just trot up to the counter and have the man ring up your little ear cozy. I’ll be along to pay for it shortly.” Maybe in the time Prince was gone, Dante could fool around with Desire. She was so hot! Just being around her made him antsy, and he kept shifting his weight anxiously.

Hurray, hurray! The Prince could keep his ear cozy! His little face practically beamed with happiness. "Yes, yes, The Prince will go find the counter! But ear cozy's don't ring, so The Prince doesn't know what Dante means by that..." The last thought was more to himself than to Dante, as The Prince had already begun running in the opposite direction, the 'ear cozy' flopping around on his head strangely. He had to stop to fix it more than once.

At one such stop, he mildly wondered why Dante had been acting so strange. He was acting like that one time The Prince got stardust in his pants and it took forever and ever to get it out and it felt itchy and made his bottom red and sore. Maybe Dante got stardust in his pants? That must be it! The Prince would help him later, he decided, as he continued on his journey to the cashier.

The Prince saw so many interesting on his way to the counter. Like those weird toys The Prince had seen advertised on the window. The Prince wanted to play with them so badly! Maybe Dante wouldn't mind if he got one. Or two. Or maybe a few more. Most people would know not to push their luck, but The Prince was not most people. Besides, he was feeling happy and confident right now! So The Prince stood up as high as he could on his tip toes to try and get a box on one of the higher shelves.

[ ooc: Dragging this out so Dante and Desire can have some time. That cool? ]

[ooc: Sure! ♥]

Of all the pickup lines Desire had heard, this one probably belonged to one of the cornier ones, and the Endless thought that if this boy hadn't been exceedingly good-looking, he would probably not have very much luck with the ladies.

As it was, Desire couldn't help but be amused by Dante's reaction to her. This one was a person who had many desires; or lusts, if you will, and she had always thought of him as one of the more delightful people that had ever dwelled in her realm. Such passion, such life.

And quite apparently, such interestingly perverted thoughts.

She, of course, did not miss the way Dante seemed to be rather antsy around her, and Desire made it a point to reach out, deliberately putting a hand on his arm and sparing him a soft smile.

"Are you all right?" There probably wasn't any real harm in playing a little, if only to pass the time. And speaking of playing, the bra that was on the Prince's head provided the Endless with a lot more amusement. They made an odd pair, Dante and The Prince, but it was rather...endearing all the same.

Not that it held any real interest for her, or anything. Few very things held the Endless' interests nowadays.

Ooooh, man. Now Desire was touching him, and instantly, all his intelligent thoughts evaporated. All Dante was able to manage was a goofy grin. The Prince was gone from his mind, along with all the stupid adventures they’d shared. All that mattered was the woman in front of him, and man, was she stunning!

She’d asked him something, huh? He lost the grin as he racked his brains, trying to see if he had caught it subconsciously. There was nothing. All he could bring up was Desire’s smile and her most appealing assets. That again made him smile. Maybe they could catch some alone time right here in the store…

Wait, again. If she had said something, she’d be expecting a response. “Coffee?” he said brightly, pretending she’d just asked him to go for some. “Sure, I’d love some! Why don’t we go now? I have all the time in the world. Weird place, this Pie-show. I’m sure they have some halfway decent coffee somewhere around here.”

Her hand on his arm didn’t soothe him. It made him all the more anxious. He wanted to DO something now. Chit-chat was boring and not his strong suit. Of course, there’d be more over a cup of joe, but he was willing to come up with all the most interesting facts of his life for her. Women tended to think highly of devil hunters, after all.

Hmm, now this wasn't working. He hadn't had a problem being small before, but that had been different. There was a difference between being small and a Prince of all Cosmos and being small and a human. He was starting to realize that small humans were at a great disadvantage in this world. Especially when they couldn't reach the toys they wanted!

He was standing on the tippy-toppest of his tip-toes and reaching, reaching as far as he could. He fingers brushed a box and he scrambled wildly, trying to bring it closer. Inch by inch he moved it and before he had time to react, the box was tottering over the edge.

Crash, bang! The box fell soundly on The Prince's head, then to the floor below. The Prince clutched his head as tears formed in his eyes from the horrible headache he was now feeling. Ow. That was one heavy toy!

He looked down at the box. Huh? This wasn't like any toy The Prince had ever seen! The picture on the font was of a long, plastic structure. What was he supposed to do with it? Oh, wait, it vibrated! It must be some kind of robotic animal! ...with no eyes. Or feet. Well, that didn't sound right. Either way, The Prince wasn't very interested in vibrating, faceless, robotic animals, so he left it there on the floor and continued to the counter.

Just then, a thought came to him. Oh no, what if Dante had heard the crash when the box fell? Oh, he would surely know it was The Prince and get mad again! Ahh, The Prince didn't want that to happen! He quickened his pace to the cash register. Maybe if he ran away from the "scene" fast enough, Dante wouldn't notice.

Coffee? Coffee was probably the last thing Desire wanted to give him. The sudden rise in anxiety had not gone unnoticed, and considering what she knew of the human race in general, coffee would not go over very well.

"You might want to calm down a little, love," she drawled, ageless golden eyes looking him over. Bemused, she continued offhandedly, giving the handsome young man a faint smile. "You can't control your desires very well, can you?"

Just as well, really. Those who could annoyed her to no end, and the Endless was simply looking for a little amusement to while the time away, not finding something else that could irritate her.

Though, on hind sight, she supposed that not very many things can truly do that. Looking up at the sound of that crash that resounded in the otherwise quiet shop, a distracted Desire glanced over to see The Prince hurrying over to the register.

How interesting; it seemed like the young one wanted desperately to get away from the shop. Afraid of getting into trouble, perhaps?

Stepping away from the taller man, Desire glanced over at Dante, tilting her head ever so briefly in the direction of The Prince. "Are you not going to go after him?"

It wasn't that she cared, not really. She'd lost the capacity - most of it - for that throughout the millenia. Rather, it was more like a fleeting question, a momentary fascination before she went on to other things that caught her interest.

Calm down a little? He wasn’t upset. Okay, so maybe he was a little wound up. Just a wee bit. Who wouldn’t be around this woman? She was something else, all right. “Control my desires? Well, I never thought about it that way. I have plenty of self-control, yes, but–”

Dante cringed as a crashing sound broke the mood. Instantly it came back to him. He remembered the little charge Jenet had dumped on him before she ran off to the bar. It was frustrating to think of her downing Green Dragons, one after another, while he had to deal with the special kid. Dammit.

He glanced back at Desire when she talked to him. The crashing sound had to be caused by the little troublemaker, and there was probably shit to clean up in his wake. He heaved a sigh, rolling his eyes, and nodded. “Yeah. I probably shouldn’t have taken my eyes off that kid. Bad idea.” He reluctantly pulled himself away from Desire’s presence and headed over to the crash site. It wasn’t hard to find, as there was a distinct rattling sound coming from its direction.

Once Dante realized the section the Prince had been dallying in, he had to slap a hand over his forehead. Figures the little guy would pick the weirdest section to play in. He probably thought everything around him was a toy or a game. The rattling was coming from a vibrating sex toy. It was on the floor, in a box, luckily, but the noise was disconcerting. Dante picked up the box, opened it, and flipped off the switch on the dildo. So it came with batteries! That was cool. Most of those things didn’t come loaded.

But he really didn’t know anything about that sort of thing, not at all. So he quickly shoved the box back on the shelf once it was quiet and hurried after the Prince, who was by the register. Damn him for ruining the time with Desire! He was inches away from disciplining the kid, but then he remembered the Prince’s water works and weeping and he didn’t want to start that up again, not in the middle of this store. Something else, then.

Silly bra on his head or none, the Prince was in for it this time. Dante looked down at the kid, crossing his arms over his chest. “Prince,” he said slowly, “have you ever heard the little rule about keeping your hands off things that don’t belong to you? Gimme that.” He snatched the bra off the kid’s head and, good to his word, began paying for it. Brat didn’t deserve it, but he already promised he could keep it. He looked back over his shoulder to make sure Desire hadn’t cut the scene without him. That would suck more than anything if she’d already gone.

Oh no, oh no! The Prince's little run away tactic didn't seemed to have worked. Dante had apparently heard the crash and was coming this way. Oh, he knew it was The Prince's fault, he did! He pulled the bra down farther onto his head. Not that it would do much for protection, but obscuring Dante from view somehow made The Prince feel a little better.

Yes, it sounded like Dante did know that The Prince had done it. Oh no, oh no, oh no! He was really in for it now. The Prince winced as he prepared for the worst from Dante, but the most he got was Dante snatching the bra off his head.

He carefully opened his eyes and looked up to see Dante paying for the bra. Wait, even after that The Prince got to keep his ear cozy? The Prince's eyes lit up and he up stood straight and laced his fingers together, locking his hands shut. "The Prince won't touch anything else!" Hopefully he meant it this time. The Prince had a tendency to forget such promises.

The Prince kept still as he waited for Dante to finish, though he couldn't help but take a look around again. Oh, look! It was the pretty lady! The Prince had forgotten about her. But now that he was in her presence again she was hard to miss. Was that why Dante wasn't punishing The Prince so badly? Dante acted awfully weird around her, as The Prince had seen before. If that was the case, then The Prince didn't really mind that she was around.

Was she coming with them? Oh, that would be fun, The Prince thought. But he didn't really know what Dante was going to do now, so he couldn't be sure.

Oh, this was definitely getting a lot more interesting. Tawny golden eyes watched with barely hidden amusement even as the young man went over to pay for the Prince's purchase. How innocent they both still were, although Dante would have probably scoffed at this if she'd mentioned it.

Not moving from where she was, a distance away from the cash register and the subsequent exit, she glances over at Dante - there was no point in dallying with him; as charming as he was, and as amusing as it would be to continue toying with him, Desire simply murmured, tilting her head very slightly at the exit.

"I'm sure you have other things to tend you with the Prince, Dante," she said smoothly, idly picking up a box of condoms and turning it in her fingers. Secretly, the Endless was rather tickled at the fact that humans thought a thin layer of latex would protect them from anything truly deadly. How foolish. Then again, perhaps that was why the Endless were there in the first place - and despite what Dream said about them existing to serve the humans (how distasteful was that?) - they were supposed to rule over them, after all.

"I have quite a few...errands to run. Perhaps I'll see you later?"

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