Panic adjusted the grey hat while looking in the mirror. He turned slightly to the right and to the left while holding his chin down.

"A jaunty chapeau don't you think?" Panic said.

"Stop trying to sound smart," Pain said. "It ain't you."

The corners of Panic's mouth tugged downward and he pulled the hat off.

"Well I'm buying it, I think it looks great."

Pain rolled his eyes as Panic left for the cash register. Today they'd pulled out some of their creative shape shifting and were posing as two teens. Panic always insisted on paying, despite the fact the money was fabricated or stolen. He liked giving back to the little guy. Pain only used money when stealing, lying or killing wasn't an option and that wasn't often.

He looked up and realized Panic was already leaving the store, swinging the bag and whistling a cheery tune. He grabbed a pair of leather gloves to prevent the afternoon from feeling too joyous.