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Mot was now enrolled, and moving into his dorm. Finally, he could start his journey to become a grim reaper. He was pretty excited. In fact, he walked with a swagger for a while, confidently moving toward the dorms for reapers. It was then he started to feel.. small. This was a big place. But, no matter. He had been in many places before, mostly from galavanting during his bouts of gambling.

Now then. Finding his room. That turned out to be quite the chore. He didn't have much on him. A duffle bag with clothes, and an outrageously large luggage case on wiggly loose wheels with a profound squeak to them. What was in there? Bodies?! Only Mot knew the answer.

"What.. room was it again..." He asked himself, digging into his pocket to find the paper he had written his room on.

As Mot stood there, analyzing his piece of paper and waiting for it to just pull him to his destination, a sudden impact jolted his attention. Followed by a grunt and chirp? Mot raised a brow and looked to the source of the impact. Another Reaper? Well, duh. Reaper dorms..

"Yes. Quite new. Sorry about the road block." He quipped back, looking at the bird on the boil's head. Aah, that would be the source of the chirp. Excellent. He wasn't so mad that he was hearing bird chirpings in his head. Then again, it could have been like cartoon shows, with the little birdies flying about ones head after being bonked too hard on the noggin. The mental image amused him thusly.

"I could use some help." He admitted freely, offering his scrawled note. "Locating my dorm room is turning out to be a fair bit of trouble." He said in a tone that poked fun at his own situation.

Oh good, so Mac was also fairly new. That was nice, not being to only person feeling a mite lost. Well, sort of. "Mot." He replied back, shaking his hand. Glorious, he had met someone new. School life was super exciting.

He watched as Mac seemed to be wordlessly pondering and moving about. Mot's concealed brownish eyes followed him closely.

Mot fell silent as it was revealed he was where he needed to be after all, then snorted in amusement. "Well I'll be." He adjusted his hat and grinned a bit. "At least it isn't just me being blind. The numbers sucking too many balls is clearly the issue, not me." Totally. Best excuse ever. Mot dragged his luggage over to the room and peeked inside. So this was to be his room! Wonderful! Take in that musty smell!
"Whereabouts is your room in this place?" He asked as he rolled the luggage against a wall.

Mot smirked. Of course, it figured he'd be right next door. Awesome, nonetheless. Mac's so called overconfident comment made him chuckle. "Maybe a little, but who am I to judge, right?" How was he to know how far his awesomeness could be gaged?

Mac's tidbit of info was noted with a small hum, before pausing and rubbing his chin. Must smell. Old people. Didn't really seem like a good thing. "Opening a window it is. And maybe sawdust to give it that really nice manly smell." He added with a nod. Splendid! Plans were already in the making! "Where oh where to get sawdust..." He pondered aloud.

The windows had been nailed shut, but Mac had worked out that little bump in the road to getting the must out. The air was usually taken for granted, but after the must of the room, the outside breeze was even better than usual.

"Make it myself.." Mot hummed a bit, listening to Mac's suggestions. "Outdoorsy place in the maul?" Was it okay to just chop some trees? Either way. It was in the name of good smells.

It was then Mot made a decision, clapping his hands together and nodding. "Mission. Looking for good smelling things for the room. Wanna be my guide?" While he did want sawdust and the like, he also wanted to befriend his neighbor. What better way than to take him on an adventure?

Mac being so enthusiastic about guiding Mot around could have seemed like warning bells for something sinister. Could have. That cheshire grin, that gusto in his step.... and his tripping. Naw, he was just a big fan of guiding? Either way, Mot happily trotted after Mac, closing his door behind him.

"The hat is The Hat." Mot answered back matter-of-factly. From one hat fan to another, that made sense, right? "It's the only fun present my parents ever got me. So, I don't let it out of my sight." He elaborated, figuring that would explain its importance well enough. Never mind it also served as his security blanket. No one needed to know that. No one.

Riding a giant Epony would be epic, though...

"Not so much absent, as they were completely vapid. Fun was always a No-No." Mot said with an obvious scoffing, teenage tone. "Apparently anything remotely stimulating would distract me from my studies." He sure showed them! One way or another. Usually the wrong way.

"You're right. Everyone is missing out. Nothing beats a good hat." Mot nodded and snapped his fingers. "Welp. We are the start of the hat club. As founders we are also the presidents, and as presidents we are also the most powerful of hat wearers, and the most spectacular." Why had that idea and trail of thought started was somewhat unclear, but it stopped as soon as it started.

"Actually!" He said as Mac asked him why a hat of all things, "Yes." Yes to what though? "Actually, no." He said afterward, his hands slipping into his pockets again.
"I'd been begging for it for a long time, and finally made a deal with them. Perfect scores for a year, and it'd be mine." He smirked. "Who knew you could go from the bottom of the class to the top so quickly. Funny what a little motivation will do. Unlucky for them, they couldn't brag anymore to their friends once I got the hat. I let my grades drop again for a while."

Mot waved a hand, chuckling. "Parents are parents. I love them despite the stick up their asses." Though now Mot was curious about Mac's situation! So bad he moved? Yikes!

Mot laughed at Mac's impression of a big hat. It sounded amazing. "Tempting, but I'm rather attached to the one I have."

Mot beamed proudly at his success in making the fellow reaper entertained with his tales. "They did, but they were not keen on bribing me to be successful, especially for something as trivial as a hat. It was a one time thing, and they knew it." He chuckled. "And they only got it to me after they were back from a long trip. It was part reward and part Oops, sorry for leaving you with a babysitter for a week. A babysitter who was also a hard-a** tutor." Sigh. Childhood.

Mot looked toward the maul they had arrived at, smiling, then looking slightly absent. "What was it I wanted here again...? Oh, right. Sawdust. Or something like it."