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 Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 9:50 am
By the time the group had arrived at Lizzy's, Mot was actually exhausted. He barely remembered arriving at all, let alone being shown to the room he would be sleeping in.
The mansion was huge, that much he knew. He had been fairly certain he was staying in a palace.
The reaper woke up early as usual. His eyes slowly opened to find himself in an unfamiliar setting. This was not his bedroom, nor his dorm room. It was big. Fancy. Nothing like he'd ever woken up in before. The drowsy reaper lifted himself up into a sitting position, shoving the soft and fluffy comforter off of him. He was not used to such a soft bed. It made him sleepy and kind of dizzy. Too comfy!
Lazily, the reaper reached a hand out toward the nightstand, feeling around for his hat. Strange, he was sure it was there... Mot looked and saw it was not there. He furrowed his brows, leaning over the bed to see if it had fallen. Nothing.
It was then he started to panic. The boil leapt out of bed, diving to the floor and shimmying under the bed to see if it had slipped underneath.
Nothing.
He ran to every corner of the room, under the blanket, in his luggage, in the closet.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
It had been an hour of searching the room. Mot was still disheveled with bedhead and only worsened by his running around. Gone. His beloved hat, the only fun gift his parents ever gave him. Gone.
Mot... actually felt... sad.
Mot grimaced, dragging his feet to his luggage which he had not yet even unpacked into the dresser. He pulled his usual attire out, save for the jacket, and got himself dressed.
Sad. So very sad.
The heartbroken reaper left the bedroom, and wandered down the hallway. He wasn't sure where to go, since the house was so large, but he figured he'd run into someone eventually.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 10:35 am
Rosenthal had hidden the hat somewhere in the oh-so-big house before vanishing somewhere to do other Rosenthal-ish things; it was the only thing that he could steal from the boil, since everything else was either too big or too heavy... It was of course, done as revenge for Mot setting his ugly green minipet on him!
Lizzy was quickly settling down at home, since... Well, since it was her home to start with. Her room was left exactly the way she had left it, although her mother obviously cleaned it ever so often, as it was dust-free despite lack of use. While she had wanted to do more the precious night, she was so drained from the train ride that she had just collapsed in bed after a quick shower and had fallen soundly asleep.
She woke up fairly early though, helping her mother with breakfast - toast and peppered scrambled unchecked eggs, with a side of Piggles bacon and fresh orange juice! With the new additions to the household for vacation, Lizzy's mother had the sense to hire some temporary help, and said help was about to bring trays of food up to the guest rooms when Lizzy spotted Mot walking down the corridor.
... There was something different about him though.
"Where's your hat?" She blinked after a moment's pause, looking at Mot while waving her hand to gesture for two of the breakfast trays to be brought to the dining room instead; she thought nobody would be up so soon! Quickly, she removed her apron before smiling proudly, "I made breakfast!"
'And didn't burn anything' was left unsaid.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 11:16 am
Oh good. It was Lizzy. If anyone were to see him hatless, at least it was just her. Mot's eyes shifted to the floor, his demeanor that of a defeated boil. "I can't find it.." He said quietly, seeming to act like a pathetic child who lost his toy.
The reaper looked over the meal that had been prepared. He was sure most people would see it and become hungry at the site, but the smell of food merely made him sick. He hardly ate, and certainly not so soon after waking. "Oh..." His mouth twisted a bit a hand resting on his stomach, wondering what to do about this. "I'm sure everyone will be happy to eat it.."
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 11:36 am
"Awwww," She frowned, tossing the apron on a kitchen counter before walking over to Mot, giving him a pat on his (fluffy) forehead as she offered him a small smile, "Well, I'll be going out to do a market research on the type of clothing currently popular to boils after breakfast and a quick shower... Would you like to join me?" She figured he might not want Charlie or anyone else to see him without his hat.
"It's also known as 'excuse to shop for friends' for Lizzy," Came a voice from the kitchen. It was soon followed by the sound of chuckling, and the sound of something being dumped into the basin.
"Mother!"
"Oh, you know it to be true, Lizzy~ Come home in time for dinner!" A short pause, "Ah, and Bones will be helping me with something later, so you'll have to make your own way to wherever you're doing this 'market research'!"
The tone used by her mother was teasing, but that didn't stop Lizzy from blushing as she sighed and then giggled, "Yes mother~" Looking up at Mot again, she smiled, "So, what do you say?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 11:59 am
Mot's head lifted slightly as he listened to the banter between mother and daughter. He found it to be endearing, but only just so. His fragile little boil heart was aching for his lost hat.
He looked to Lizzy before his gaze shifted again, rubbing his arm and nodding. "Okay..." He'd go. It would mean avoiding seeing the others, and it also meant taking his mind off of his loss. somewhat.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:51 pm
"Yay!" While she could tell that Mot was miserable due to the loss of his hat, she couldn't help but feel excited; granted, she was pretty sure he would agree to go out with her, hat or no hat, but... She had wanted him out of that hat anyway, right?
One look at his whole 'dejected puppy' look, however, and she pouted, pulling him into a quick hug, "It'll be alright! I'm sure the hat will be back on your head by the time we're back!" She patted him on the forehead again and then nodded, "Be right back! Going to take a quick shower! Wait in the dinning room?"
Which means she'll probably be gone for an hour.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 9:02 pm
Mot hugged Lizzy back, albeit weakly. His heart. It was gone. Gone like the hat. Broken! Woe!
In other words, Mot was moping like a silly teenager.
"I hope so." He murmured back, letting her go and rubbing his arm in discomfort. He nodded, figuring a shower only took about 5 minutes. That's all they normally took for him. Why would a ghoul be any different?
Mot meandered into the dining room carefully, looking around uncertainly. Wasn't Lizzy's mother here somewhere? Shoot, he didn't even know Lizzy's last name! What was he supposed to call her? Mot fidgeted with his bangs as he took a seat at the table, not committing to it by keeping the chair a fair distance from the meals that had been set down.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 9:25 pm
"Not going to eat?"
The voice was too calm, too mature to be Lizzy's; Mot would soon feel a pat on his hat and hear a soft chuckle coming from behind him, "You do know that my darling daughter takes almost an hour to shower and change, right? Who knows what she does in the bathroom!"
Taking the seat beside his, she stared at the tray of food, untouched by the boil; she laughed, raising an eyebrow before pointing at the plate set down before him, "Lizzy's going to be sad if you don't at least take a bite out of something!" She sounded amused as she nodded, her expression softening, "Tall boil, pale complexion with "fluffy" hair... You must be Mot? From Lizzy's description though, you sounded like a much more cheerful boil."
She then paused before smiling, "I must apologize for not being around last night during your arrival; I had something I needed to attend to."
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 9:41 pm
Mot tensed as a voice he had not been expecting came from behind him. It was soft, calm, and not at all threatening. He also did not recognize it. His head turned as the woman sat beside him, giving him new information on his friend. An hour?! Jack, that is a lot of time to spend in a bathroom. "Oh.. I did not know that." Mot answered stiffly, staring down at his knees. Oh Jack Oh Jack... He just did not feel himself without his hat. He wasn't able to be suave or rugged, he just couldn't pretend to be anything!
Mot looked toward the food, grimacing. He didn't want to make Lizzy sad. She made this food for her friends, including him. Well, as long as he didn't have to eat it all?
Mot glanced at the lady from the corner of his eye, listening to her as she... described his appearance. "Oh.. sorry." He apologized sheepishly. "I lost my hat this morning.. I uh..." He rubbed his neck, his gaze avoiding her all together. "I'm not quite myself without it.."
Mot turned his head as she politely apologized for her absence, shaking his head quickly. "Oh no, that's fine. We were all tired anyway." He tucked his chair back toward the table, figuring with so much time to kill he could at least try Lizzy's cooking. He gingerly took a fork, taking a bit of the breakfast into it and having himself a bite.
As far as he could tell? It tasted fine. What did he know. As long as it didn't taste bad, it was good.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 10:51 pm
"A hat is only a piece of clothing, is it not? Mmm, excuse me for a minute," She smiled kindly before standing up, walking out of the dinning room before returning shortly after, putting a hat on Mot's head. While the boil could not see it, it looked a little something like this. She patted him twice on top of the hat after, before chuckling, "It is not your hat, but it is a hat. A funny hat."
Another chuckle followed as she smiled, "Thank you for taking care of Lizzy when she's in school, Mot. She has so many fond things to say about you... It is nice to finally meet you in person." She raised her wrist, staring at the watch around it before looking thoughtful, "It seems like I have to be off somewhere now, however... Give Lizzy a goodbye kiss on the cheek for me, will you?" She was, of course, teasing, judging from the way she was smiling and the tone she used.
Giving Mot another pat on the top of his hat, she then left the room, leaving Mot by himself...
... Except he wasn't alone. A certain minipet was hiding behind some potted plants, staring at the cowboil.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 11:12 pm
To most people it was just clothing. For Mot, it meant a whole lot more than that. No one could understand just how much he felt he needed it. Mot waited where he was, taking another small mouthful of food by the time she returned and placed the new hat on his head.
It... felt weird.
Mot turned his head as she spoke again, tilting his eyes up at the pattern on the brim of the hat. There was no way he could wear this...
"Oh.. not a problem. Lizzy is a very nice friend. I enjoy her company." He nodded lightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well." Though he honestly had heard very little about the woman.
Aw, Lizzy's mom was going to leave? He'd have to sit by himself for an hour. How sad. Mot tilted the brim of the strange hat up to get a better look at the lady just in time to hear her 'request'.
Mot turned as red as crimson.
Now feeling as hot as a bonfire, Mot removed the hat after he heard the woman leave, setting it aside and riffling his hair. Kiss her? He knew the lady was joking, but the thought of it made the boil anxious and uncomfortable. Eating any more seemed out of the question, though that glass of water looked mighty appealing.
The blushing boil chugged the whole glass, setting it down firmly with a loud gasp afterward.
Eyes.
Something was watching him....
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 12:09 am
Rosenthal eyed the cowboil; was that another hat? Grrrr, didn't he get rid of Mot's hat already? No... This will not do! He waited, staring at the boil as he moved from one potted plant to another, silent as a nin-
Rustle.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 12:14 am
Mot raised a brow and turned his head. He had sworn he heard rustling. He left the hat where he had set it down, and stood up, looking at his surroundings. Was it coming from the pla----
. . .
"Rosenthal." He could clearly see the pink butt sticking out of a potted plant. He didn't even realize the pet was here. He thought for certain it had been left at school.
Mot glared down at the minipet, crossing his arms over his chest slowly, his red tinted eyes gleaming with disdain.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 12:18 am
DRATS, HE HAD BEEN FOUND.
No, he had to stay calm... Show him who's boss!
He wriggled his ears before bursting out from behind the foliage in a "I MEANT TO DO THAT" way before landing on the dinning table on all fours. He then walked right up to Mot, eyeing the cowboil before looking down at the plate of food in front of him. He paused briefly before taking a few steps towards said plate; his eyes still on Mot, Rosenthal then lowered his mouth to the bacon... And took a bite out of it smugly.
Heh, took his bacon. cool
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 12:26 am
Mot watched the antics of the little pet with a bewildered expression that would have otherwise been hidden behind the brim of a dark hat. Without it, Mot was.. quite expressive. His eyes lowered into a lidded stare down at Rosenthal as he began to eat his bacon, as if it were supposed to egg the reaper on.
Mot simply stared at the thing with an unimpressed expression, rolling his eyes and sitting down. "Chow down, buddy. Someone may as well eat it."
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