There's one upside to this weird city - almost no one looks at Momotaros twice for looking the way he does. They just assume he's one of the native demons and go on their way. Much as he misses home, it's pretty nice being able to walk around mostly unhindered by people screaming about demons and such.

On the other hand, there were still going to be jerks - namely the one that had just laid on his horn after screeching to a stop to avoid hitting the horned girl, who was now shouting out the window for her to move. A case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, really. Or the right place at the right time, at least for Momo. He strolls over from the sidewalk, and smacks a palm on top of the angry driver's car - the sound resounds pretty loudly in the vehicle, and Momo leans down in the window. "Hey, jerkass, how 'bout you calm down, alright?"