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Post by LILY DE MALEBOLGE on Jul 25, 2013 22:16:29 GMT -5
Ugh... grocery shopping. Was there anything quite so rote, so mundane, so annoying as having to go out to a massive store full of other people, stuff that may or may not be already half rotten, and 'sales' specifically designed to get rid of whatever they need to get out of the sun so they can stuff more crap into their industrial freezers? Well, actually there was, but Lillith "Call Me Lily" de Malebolge really didn't want to think about that.
Actually, there was a lot of stuff she didn't want to think about, but that was a topic better explored later on, and not in public.
Unfortunately for Lily, she couldn't exactly just go out prominently displaying her more... 'inhuman' accoutrements, and thus had to use one of her various crappy disguises. A sufficiently poofy skirt let her wrap her tail (uncomfortably) around her waist, while keeping it out of sight; the darn thing was too large to pass for a belt. And to make her horns not appear as such, she wore a specially-made headband to put those new 'earphones', however fake, over her elongated ears. Of course, it wouldn't pass muster for more than a couple of seconds, but that's all she needed. The real bit was the fingerless gloves on her hands, hiding the fact that her claws actually were, if she stopped filing them down for a couple of days, capable of goring somebody.
So far, her little disguise seemed to have worked. Nobody gave her more than a moment's notice, though she did get quite a few upturned noses and 'kids these days' comments at the fact that she had a hoodie on, hood pulled up, and headphones underneath that. Several comments about how rude children were getting, she could deal with. That wasn't much.
The condiment aisle was her current location. One of the most annoying bits about her physiology is that so many things were just... bland. She went through hot sauce like some people went through ketchup, and when one brand's motto was "I put that shit on everything", she couldn't help but agree. Right as she went to go pick one out—
THUMP
"Eeeh!"
—SOMETHING hit her on the back of the head, sending her hood flying off, the headband that disguised her horns elsewhere, and her tail reflexively uncurled from underneath its hiding place in her skirt to rest in between her legs.
"Ow, ow, ow..." She looked up at the interloper, ready to give them a piece of her mind.
"Hey, what's the big ide, i-i-idea-i-i-i... a-a-a-ANGEL!!!"
Well, pointing a finger at your racial arch-nemesis was certainly one way to ruin a shopping trip.
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