Feral Possession

Getting Away With Murder

  It seemed to be a slow day at the store, so it was rather quiet as I looked around. After all of the clothes that had gotten ruined either by Grimmjow or by fighting other demons, I had to buy more to replace them. I was a bit grumpy about having to do this, but it wasn't like I could revive my shredded clothes.

  Actually....maybe there was a spell that could do that?

  How else did the exorcists not go bankrupt just in clothing expenses alone?

  Sifting through shorts on a rack, I tried to find some in my size that I liked and didn't feel terrible when I touched them. I already had some shirts in the cart parked next to me, and Grimmjow was wandering around a few yards away. My ability to sense his demonic energy was coming in handy with keeping track of him even while busy.

  Dropping a pair of shorts in the cart, I went to find another one. Grimmjow was getting closer, and I couldn't even hear his footsteps. When I realized he was standing next to me without saying anything for a while, I looked over at him.

  The demon was holding something up next to me while looking down. His head was slightly tilted, and his expression made it seem as if he were contemplating something.

  "Go put that back." I said with a flat tone, and Grimmjow smirked.

  "Why? Don't you think it looks nice?" He asked, and I looked him dead in the eye with a flat expression as he was still holding up the lingerie set.

  "We both know you'd just tear it up, and I'm not wasting the money."

  "Oh, Little Rabbit. It's not a waste to dress up for your king." Grimmjow purred while swinging the hanger on his finger.

  "Wear it yourself." I popped off as I turned back to look at the shorts in front of me.

  "Mm, sadly, it's not my size." His reply made me pause for a second.

  "'Sadly'? As in you would wear something like that if it fit?"

  "I don't see why not. Especially if it meant I'd get to see you squirm." Grimmjow shrugged as I looked at him. And now I couldn't help but imagine him in such an outfit of tight-fit lace. "Oh, I knew you'd like that. You're blushing."

  "Fuck off." I grumbled while looking away from him again. "And go put it back."

  "What if I got a set for me, too? Make it equal and all that shit." Grimmjow had the hanger swaying on his finger again.

  "You're shameless."

  "You like it."

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  Finding the section of the library on the card I'd gotten from the front desk, I then looked at the labels for the books. I glanced between the card and the books until I found the right shelf. Stuffing the card into my back pocket, I read the titles in various colors and fonts.

  They were in numerous languages from ones I could recognize to ones I couldn't. This library was definitely more extensive than the one Uncle Jordan had collected.

  Grabbing a thick, dark blue book from the shelf, I looked over the cover with worn edges and faded lettering. It was a book of binding spells- One down, several more to go.

  "Can I help you?" Someone spoke up near the end of the aisle, and I gestured with the book in my hands.

  "Thanks, but I've got it."

  "Are you sure? You look a little....lost." The woman said while looking me over.

  "I look 'lost' while getting a book?" I rose a brow, and she walked toward me.