A big, stupid grin spreads across Ed's face as he watches this tiny miracle unfold, and when Roman flops the top closed he quickly grabs the bag and zips it shut, then hauls his bagged demon up under one arm.
The bag laughed and shook as Roman crowed his victory.
But then the laughter stopped as he felt the cold tile beneath the canvas drop away. He let out a quiet "Oof!" once he was tucked under Ed's arm. The demon had to take a moment to process what had happened.
Ed cackles and shifts his hold on Roman to be a bit more secure. "Well, looks like I bagged myself quite the rarity, here! --agh, hey, c'mon, you're gonna make me drop you, idiot!"
But ten minutes is long enough that the joke has worn kind of thin, so with a grumble Ed sets the bag back on the ground and nudges the side with a hoof.
Once the bag is put down, he springs out of it like a cat and actually walks a few paces on all fours in a weirdly natural gait. His body seems to rearrange itself slightly as he stands, brushes himself off, and PRISSES AWAY, his tail held high.
Ed watches with a vague interest; plenty of monsters were able to go around on all fours, but he'd never seen them shifting to be able to do so. The prancing only earns an eye-roll and scoff of laughter before Ed turns back to the racks.
"Big friggin' baby." Ed frowns and picks up a dark red flannel shirt, picking at the sleeves a bit. "Wonder if this'll be too heavy..."
Roman was content to wander through the displays for a few minutes, poking at some rain slickers and one windbreaker, but they were all too big or too flammable looking. He also didn't want to leave Ed on his lonesome around too many appliances because they might...he didn't know. Magic was weird and he didn't understand Ed's yet.
When the demon came back around with a pair of rain boots in hand, he froze on the spot when he saw what Ed was holding.
Ed, of course, if completely oblivious to what he has just sparked.
"You think? I need some shit that'll actually be able to fit all the stupid fur my winter coat has, and this seems big enough...just gotta cut the back for my wings and add some buttons." Ed whisks the hanger out of the collar and shoves his arm through one sleeve, flexing his arm and checking how tight a fit it might become.
Oh, no. Aw hell no. Red was SO his color. And he'd just lifted him straight up with one hand. Roman didn't even notice that his hands went to his mouth. He did notice his tail starting to wave but he didn't care enough to stop it.
Ed glances over and blinks for a moment before grinning. "Oh, sure, thanks! Get me some scissors and sewing shit and I can whip this thing into something usable pretty quick." And probably a few more shirts and pants, while he's at it.
Roman nodded and bounded away. It took a while for him to find scissors and he couldn't find a needle and thread at all. So it was time to manifest some. This? Was worth the spent magic. He would never be able to recall those bits of magic or the stitches Ed made would fall apart.
When he returned, he also brought a padded vest with him. Nothing were weird about that! Vests were perfectly normal! The perfect overshirt needed the perfect frame.
"If we have t-to hide in the woods, you'll be set."
In the time Roman has been searching around, Ed's finally decided on a set of shirts and pants, and found an oversized trenchcoat that just might be able to hide his wings. Getting them folded right is the challenge--right now Ed is trying crossing them underneath his arms and around his front, which seems to be working while he's standing, at least.
When Roman reappears Ed grins, letting the coat drop off to the side and resettling his wings to a more comfortable posture. "Find it all, then?"
Roman planted his ass right there on the floor and prepared to have a sewing party. While running around, he'd had a little time to recover from the shock and settle into that nice, cozy thrill that is having a crush.
And SCHEMING. He'd been looking to show this poor cosmic castaway a good time because man, they were monsters, and monsters had to look out for each other. But now he had to figure out whether or not he was into small noodly dweebs.
Ed chuckles and settles himself on the floor as well, picking up that red flannel and the scissors. In quick order he had the shirt laid out flat and was snipping the openings for his wings, trying to keep the cuts as straight as he can.
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Oh God.
He really did it. Holy shit.
A big, stupid grin spreads across Ed's face as he watches this tiny miracle unfold, and when Roman flops the top closed he quickly grabs the bag and zips it shut, then hauls his bagged demon up under one arm.
"Gotcha!"
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But then the laughter stopped as he felt the cold tile beneath the canvas drop away. He let out a quiet "Oof!" once he was tucked under Ed's arm. The demon had to take a moment to process what had happened.
Haha. Oh wow. This guy was built.
But then.
"HEY!"
The bag started to squirm and bleat.
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He wasn't going to suffocate. The bag even had a small hole in it. Good luck to anyone who wanted to carry pencils in the thing.
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"You wanna put me down now?"
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Congratulations, Roman, you are now Ed's purse-dog. He goes back to picking through the clothing racks, frowning as he considers some of the shirts.
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Roman let this go on for a good ten minutes before twisting around and sticking his arm out of the opening and reaching for one of Ed's ears.
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Ed growls and swats at Roman's hand, trying to lean his head far enough away that his friend can't reach.
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But ten minutes is long enough that the joke has worn kind of thin, so with a grumble Ed sets the bag back on the ground and nudges the side with a hoof.
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Once the bag is put down, he springs out of it like a cat and actually walks a few paces on all fours in a weirdly natural gait. His body seems to rearrange itself slightly as he stands, brushes himself off, and PRISSES AWAY, his tail held high.
"If you need me, I'm gonna find a new c-coat."
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"Big friggin' baby." Ed frowns and picks up a dark red flannel shirt, picking at the sleeves a bit. "Wonder if this'll be too heavy..."
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When the demon came back around with a pair of rain boots in hand, he froze on the spot when he saw what Ed was holding.
"Oh. That one's. Good."
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"You think? I need some shit that'll actually be able to fit all the stupid fur my winter coat has, and this seems big enough...just gotta cut the back for my wings and add some buttons." Ed whisks the hanger out of the collar and shoves his arm through one sleeve, flexing his arm and checking how tight a fit it might become.
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...
He was putting it on.
Oh, no. Aw hell no. Red was SO his color. And he'd just lifted him straight up with one hand. Roman didn't even notice that his hands went to his mouth. He did notice his tail starting to wave but he didn't care enough to stop it.
"I c-c-can help!"
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Ed glances over and blinks for a moment before grinning. "Oh, sure, thanks! Get me some scissors and sewing shit and I can whip this thing into something usable pretty quick." And probably a few more shirts and pants, while he's at it.
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When he returned, he also brought a padded vest with him. Nothing were weird about that! Vests were perfectly normal! The perfect overshirt needed the perfect frame.
"If we have t-to hide in the woods, you'll be set."
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When Roman reappears Ed grins, letting the coat drop off to the side and resettling his wings to a more comfortable posture. "Find it all, then?"
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Roman planted his ass right there on the floor and prepared to have a sewing party. While running around, he'd had a little time to recover from the shock and settle into that nice, cozy thrill that is having a crush.
And SCHEMING. He'd been looking to show this poor cosmic castaway a good time because man, they were monsters, and monsters had to look out for each other. But now he had to figure out whether or not he was into small noodly dweebs.
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"So, where are we off to after this?"
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He held his hands up as if gesturing to a magnificent menu.
"It's about time we get you a frosty."
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"...a frosty what?"
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"Amazing is what it is! Humans may have achieved space flight, but that's nothing c-compared to chocolate ice cream!"
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"You know we had that in 1920, right?"
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