With a lovely mixture of guilt and remorse stewing in his gut, he stood up and silently retraced his steps his sharp ears immediantly picking up the sounds of... ugh... more crying.

Really, he had enough of that last night. Frankly, his eyes still felt all puffy and red. Now he felt like a grade-a jerkoff. Of course his fate with Stihers was probably going to be nicely upgraded for this.

"Um, Cry? Yeah... um... I'm sorry. I'm an asshole, my bad, right?" he walked over and kneeled down on Cry's side, so that he was faceing his back.

"Uhm... yeah..." when it came to him 'going too far', he was often pretty awkward about it, just because of how guilty he was.

((EDIT: You mean you own something! :'D I'm so proud of ya... *Hands you a gold star as well*))

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"At least ya know he's coming back, Cry. I don't get that benefit..." his tone wasn't angry, but it did carry a small hint of annoyance in it. He reached out and lightly put a hand on his shoulder.

"Theres a reason why I don't have all that many friends, y'know..." he mumbled, gingerly twirled a lock of Cry's whiteish hair, wondering if he should just leave now...

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"Promise ya don't tell anybody that I cried last night and ya got yerself a best friend, Cry." he felt like he was in a dream. He already considered Cry a friend for life, but that was only because he had given him food. But now, the real 'friendship thing'.

It felt pretty nice.

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"Hm... I guess ya could say that the only friend I ever really had was Faith... Eh... Oh well, Nice to have another." he smiled, and, for once, there was no sadness laced underneath it.

He felt rather... How to say it? Cheesy... for all of this, but it was a good kinda cheesy.

"Okay! Now... What can I do to help ya get yer mind off of him?" Jergens hoisted himself up to sit himself on the bed's edge, a determined smile on his face. To make his new friend feel better, that was his new goal.

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Hm...

"Shopping. We'll go shopping. Not to buy stuff, but to just look at all the pretty crap we can't afford." he snapped his fingers, as if declaring it so, and grabbed Cry's arm to hoist him out of bed.

"Hell, if it makes ya feel better, I'll even put on a dress to make ya laugh. Come on, pal. Up and at em'!" his tone was so effing cheerful. It was enough to make anyone smile.

((Psst... Jergy... yer queerness is showing...))

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"Oh yeah, I should probably get out of here so ya can dressed, right? Yeah, I'll do that." he chuckled, and bounded out to the living room, hoping that the... dog... wouldn't be there waiting for him.

((OH SWEET JEBASS... If you did... I would... I have no idea what I'd do besides worship you... But I already do that x'3))

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Dog...

Jergens went to the opposite side of the room and crouched down, staring at it like a deer caught in headlights.

Still, when Cry came in he quickly got to his feet and offered a mock curtsey. "I swear that I shall not pickpocket people today.... But if it's tempting... Then I may not be able to help myself." and with this, he bounded out the door onto the sidewalk, waiting for him as always.
"By the way!" he called after him, "Ya don't have to just call me Jergens, y'know. Jergy or Jergs will do fine, and it dosen't take as long to say them!"

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"Wow... That's a long time..." he mused to himself, wincing as a drop of rain splattered on his face. "Ya wanna find some shade, Reddy?"

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Munkel~ ((*Pats you on the head* Silly person :'D))

Jergens paused for a minute, really... Seriously tempted to answer his question before deciding against it. "Um... Ask Sithers when he gets back... He can probably explain it better than me, okay?" he dropped the subject there, and hoped to God that his friend wouldn't press him on it. Hell, he was feeling awkward enough already.

"Well, if ya say so, Cry. I still think that they sound stupid, though..." he trailed off when he saw a nice line of shops down the road, all filled with wonderfully expensive (and useless) trinkets.

"See anything that intrests ya, Cry?" he asked pleasently.

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Out of the corner of his eye, Jergens spotted a lovely little lingerie store. Perfect.

"Ooh... That looks interesting~..." he grabbed Cry's wrist and led him to the door. Maybe they could buy themselves some sexy nightwear, or something. A nice little surprise for Sithers, that was for sure.

((... I know... I'm an awful human being for this xD If there's a hell, I'm going to it))

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Where on earth is yer sense of adventure, Cry?" he asked, a bold, rather goofy grin spread across his face.

Hmm... What first? Nightwear? Hoho... maybe~

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"Lesse... Ooh... There's a dressing room too~" he searched through the various pieces of lacy, girly night clothes, finally picking out a frilly pink nightdress and holding it in front of him, as if trying to pose and see if it would look good.

"Do ya think I'd look good in this? Maybe I should try it on..." he wasn't being serious, of course. Jergens wouldn't be caught dead in any sort of women's clothes if there wasn't a mission behind it.

Frankly, he was just being the silly, idiotic person that he was.

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Jergens frowned a little, clearly joking with the way he overdid his facial expressions. "Yer really mean sometimes, ya know that?" he pouted, comically pushing out his lower lip. Without warning, he sped off into the dressing room and swiftly closed the door behind him.

"Hmm... It might make my hips look too wide, but I think it'll work..." he muttered, obviously more to Cry than himself. "Why don't ya pick out something that ya think Sithers would enjoy? A nice welcome home presant, if ya will."

((Aw... Too late xD))

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Jergens didn't dare look at himself in the mirror, if there was one thing he had never wanted to see, it was a man in a dress. Especially when that man was him. Still, it was all pretty funny in a non-serious, perverted kind of way.

"That's a shame, man... But I can't stop ya from being a killjoy." he muttered jokingly, finally opening the door and fearlessly strutting out.

Perhaps one can imagine what a anorexic bearded young man in a pink, frilly strapless dress would look like. That image you have now? That's what Jergens looked like. A cheap, two dollar prostitute that didn't shave her legs.

He leaned against the edge of the door, positioning himself so that he could mockingly angle his hip. Due to missing... parts... the front of the clothing sagged out, looking even more comedic (and terrifying)

There were no longer any customers in the shop, and the woman at the counter had slunk into the back room, no doubt traumatized for life.

He grinned triumphantly and put a bony hand on his hip. "Sexy, no?"

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They soon reached the oak tree. Jergens quickly dashed in and shook himself off, yelping in pain as one of his antlers banged against the inner wall.

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Munkel~ ((*revivesrevivesrevivesrevivesrevives*))

Not until ya get to yer knees and start laughing out loud...

Jergens ignored his pleas, and wuickly slinked a bare arm around his shoulders, flamboyantly leading him over to the... god forbid... bra section.

"Now... What size should I pick, dahling? Better yet, whats the largest that could fit me?~" he noticed that only a few people had walked in now, only to quickly run back out. Hell, if they were going to get kicked out, they were going to get kicked out with style

"Gawd... I am such a slut~" he purred mockingly, looking over all the pretty patterns that some of the... bras (god forbid) had.

The question was, which would be the most funny?

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"Too bad that isn't really possible for me..."

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Munkel~ ((Oh, that's right It's like three am in the swits xD Yeah, GO TO BED))

In all seriousness, Jergens really didn't like the crossdressing one bit. Yeah, it was funny for the first few seconds, but after a while it just made him feel really, really awkwardly uncomfortable. With a posh fling of his hand he strutted back to the dressing room (hips moving too, of course) and quickly slammed the door behind him.

"Damn thing is way too scratchy, anyway..." he muttered bitterly, the rustling of fabric being heard.

"Hmm... Really though, do I look like the type? I don't see how women can wear that on a daily basis, much less 'sleep' on it."

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"I'd probably kill myself if I tried having a kid. Yeah, I've seen does in labor, not gonna happen. I ain't going through that crap." his ears drooped down at the mention of her mate.

"In a way... I guess I kinda know how ya feel... I haven't seen my partner around in awhile, either... I'm kinda starting to worry about him..." he sighed and smiled, always the optimist.

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"Yeah? Then how do I give birth to it? Squeezing it out of a straw? Ya know what I mean..." he really was genuinely confused. Seriously, how did it work for stags, anyway?

He tried to focus on her next question, a light chuckle escaping his lips. "Heh... Maybe I was a bit overdramatic. I just haven't seen him in the last few days, that's all, and he really isn't my 'mate'... More like my partner." he smiled and shifted his body so that he could lay on his side, his back pressed against her.

"He's a small guy, about a little less than my size. Almost the size of a fawn, really. Um... his fur is blue, and he's got all these nice looking roses in his antlers." he grinned at the memory and tilted his head so that he could look at her. "Now, what's yer mate like?"

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