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It was a day like any other. Or at least it might have been if not for a spiteful mini-pet who did not get quite as many fear candies as it would have liked.



Yes, this cute little face hides the soul of a thief. It waited for Mot to take a shower, a time when he is without his hat. The puffy ball of dreamdust nudged the door open, prancing in and taking the hat from Mot`s pile of clothing on the floor. It then yipped and made a mad dash for the minipet closet, hat in mouth, and disappeared.

. . .

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" Not too long after Lizzy started knocking, Mot had discovered his hat had gone missing. His pants were quickly shoved on, halfheartedly done up, and shirt thrown on without even buttoning it up all the way. His hair was soaked, dripping all over the place as he ran around tearing his room apart. "W-where is it.. where... is... where..." Mot never usually locked his door, so when he went running by it, not hearing Lizzy's call, it creaked open on its own.

Once Lizzy's screeched out his name, Mot finally took notice, and stopped running like a chicken with its head cut off. Part of him was wondering why she seemed flustered, but the other part was slowly realizing she could now see his face. No hat. No. Hat.

SADFACE.

Mot frowned, walking over to Lizzy since she had beckoned him over. "Uh.. well..." He stammered, a hand moving to play with his bangs. "I.. lost my hat.."

Mot bewilderdly heard what Lizzy was saying to him, nodding. "Yeah.. hat." At her question he waved his hand toward the bathroom, heading there himself.

Once inside the still steaming bathroom, he pointed to the chaps and socks still folded on the floor. "I left it there. But when I got out of the shower it was gone.. I.." Mot seemed very unlike his usual self, soulless, or perhaps just epicly distraught. His hat seemed to be a part of who he was.

Though, if one were to look through the clearing steam, a clue would come about. Tiny little dirty paw prints led away from the pile of clothes, and disappeared into the now disaster struck bedroom of Mot.

Why was it suddenly dark? Did his hat come back? Oh, no. It was a towel. Still, the comfort of something on his head was there. Mot was dragged to his bed, where he sat down after being tugged to do so, making himself more at eye level with the demoness. Soon after, his hair was being dried for him. "Wow. What service." He commented with as much Mot gusto as he could manage in his current mood.

Mot quirked a brow at her question, not yet putting two and two together. "Yeah. A white foxfire named FooFoo. Why?" Did he just say its name was FoooFoo? Without so much as a stutter? Seems he did.

Mot gave a thumbs up after her hair drying at been completed. The pat on the head was a nice added bonus, though the boil began fidgeting with his bangs soon after, feeling naked without his hat, he tried to keep as much hair in his face as possible.

The giggle was noted, though Mot just smiled. The name was for fun, and he expected a laugh or two.

"You think so? Huh..." Why would FooFoo do that? Mot did not understand.

Meanwhile, an evil foxfire waited... watched...

Mot's hand flew from his face when he was swatted at, settling them on his knees instead. At first he kept his head down somewhat in an attempt to hide, but Lizzy being Lizzy, it didn't work. He looked up at her as she made her statement, looking honestly befuddled and surprised, his eyes wider than usual, though anything usual about his eyes was previously unknown due to the hat. "Really?" He raised a brow. "Why? Like what you see?" He said with a smirk, asserting that Mot confidence again.

He still wanted his hat though.

So, FooFoo was here somewhere. In his rampage, he was sure the pet was nowhere in the actual bedroom. Mot looked toward his window, which was open just a crack, not enough for a foxfire to slip through. That left one option. "Maybe he retreated to the closet." Mot stood up, eyeing the closet.

As if on cue, a furry white face peeked out from the closet, a familiar black hat in its maw. Mot stared, and stared...
"You little rat..."

Mot smirked, clearly having won. Lizzy liked what she saw. Fantastic. "Expressive? Yes, I suppose." Mot tilted his head in thought. "Maybe thats why I like the hat? I prefer to be mysterious."

The foxfire sensed danger, and it yipped in protest. it would not be caught! If anyone thought it was not capable of escaping, they had another thing coming. The little ball of fur raced toward the pair, looking as though it was simply running to be embraced. Mot knelt to catch the critter, but was instead used as a leaping post to get to the window sill.

Mot looked back, seeing the creature back toward the open window, pushing it open further. Mot steadied his hands out, looking nervous, his now exposed features showing just how unnerved he was. "H-hey now.. lets not be rash buddy.."