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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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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!!

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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.