Short and sweet

Ice cream or crime?

I grinned to myself, sitting in a small cafe. Being me, I was looking for trouble...which means I'll be finding it. After all, who but a unicorn could find trouble in a cafe. Well, maybe an eluni. But, they're all trouble..what with their kleptomania and love for candy. I shuddered at the thought of the last time I gave one of the things a Hersey bar. Never before did I see such a large amount of cannibalism. Or...really such violence over an ounce of sugar. It would figure...over 1000 years and I still haven't learned my lesson. Figures...I spend more time being me than learning about the world around me. Which is probably why i have a reputation  as a flirt. Hey, it's true...I do enjoy how humans turn such vibrant colors when complimented.

Though...I'm not liking the look I'm getting right now. An old friend of mine had his arms crossed, a pile of books between his butt and the chair. A fedora was pulled over his forehead, tilted just enough to put his face in shadow. The one eye i could see was a chocolate brown, narrowed in one of the most adorable glares I've ever seen. It just didn't look right on such a short guy. But, neither did the trench coat he was wearing. And his pants! They were fur, a tail still attached. Said tail was draped over his lap like some prized pet, though my mind took the pose entirely wrong. Well, my mother always said I'd grow up a pervert. She's right. I did.

"Robin...my eye is up here."  Did i forget to mention he's got only one eye? The empty socket, where his right eye would be, was covered by both an eye-patch and a fringe of black hair.

I smirked. "But, i was just examining your tail."

I was answered with a snort. "Sure you were. Now, go touch yourself and leave me alone." He reached for his cup...still too short for the table we were sitting at. This place wasn't exactly designed for people of his stature. So, as you can expect, he missed, going tumbling down. "ROBIN!!!!!!!"

That was my cue to leave. And...I'm not taking an angry midget werewolf with me. Ahem...angry midget caniid. "I best be going. I am either going out for ice cream, or to commit a heinous crime. I'll decide in the car."

The little man stood up, shaking his tea out of his hair. "You better go....because you are this far away from being lunch." He indicated the size of a pea with his thumb and forefinger.

Knowing Vincent, he would eat me, too. I've watched him eat more than his body weight before. And, needless to say, I don't feel like dying today. That's just messy and painful.

As for my car, it was a bright red Porsche. Well, except for a rose drawn on the gas cap, courtesy of my niece. Chuckling to myself, i got in the driver's seat, inserting the key. The engine purring to life, i headed on my way.  Passing the nearest ice cream place, I decided to be devilish. Ever played chicken with a demon? Me neither. But, sounds fun. But, where to find a demon? AHHA! A grin went across my face as i spotted a very familiar mansion.

Oh, boy...am I going to get in trouble. Big time. When i knocked, i was answered by a weary-looking albino. Is being hen-pecked really that stressful? I guess it is as he let me in with not another word, trying to get a small child to eat what appeared to be a carrot. As I figured, both sets of twins were arguing, though one of the four was ignoring the others. Shaking my head, I walked past them, eyes on the plainest door in sight.

A yawn answered me, a large shape level with my head moving, though further out. Stairs extended in front of me, heading down into the recesses of the basement. As I reached the bottom, I looked up, scared out of my wits as a blue eye stared down at me. The owner stretched, lowered by a set of iridescent rainbow tentacles. He glared at me, curling his lips in disgust. "What do you want? I was sleeping..."

I laughed at him. "Nothing. Can't I just say hi?" Why...why do I have to be so cocky?

"Well, no. Not if someone's trying to get their beauty sleep."

"You, beautiful?" I instantly regretted saying that as he lunged at me. And, of course, I just had to run. If there's something i never seem to remember, it's to never run from an angry demon. They have a tendency to follow.

Which is how come I ended up covered in ice cream and feeling like I was ran over by a bulldozer. The demon grinned down at me. "That was fun. Oh...and you might want to pop that pimple."

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