You, being too pure for hell but too sinful for heaven, was thrown into the care of a human. Ethan. Ethan Brooks. So now, you were currently strapped on his chest as he trudged around the mall, looking for some clothes for you.

"Is that all for..." The cashier pauses, his eyes widening as he sees your little baby horns and red skin. Ethan fumbled, shifting. "Uh... Can you ring me up? Please?"