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Mot was busy laying on the floor with his legs lifted to lay on his bed/ Why was he laying like this? Well, why not. He had nothing better to do, and he didn't particularly feel like doing anything. Foofoo was safely locked in the closet, so he at least had peace and quiet. No foxfire trying to attack his face at ground level.

The knock at the door was not completely unwelcome, but it did mean the cowboil had to get up. Such is life. Mot threw his weight backward to roll into a crouch before getting up. He adjusted his hat and made his way to the door, opening it up.

Oh, Shun? How odd...

"Howdy, partner? What's up?" He asked curiously.

Mot understood Shun was not much on words, or much on smiles, or even much on friendly interaction. But to greet him with a hand at hist throat? No cool.

"Gck!" Mot moved back as he was urged to if only to leave as little tension around his neck as possible. His hands grabbed the offending wrist defensively, his lazy mood now replaced with something else. Not fear, not anger, but something in between. He did not much care for this.

"Shun, what the Jack?!'" He managed to hiss out, his head tilted and his eyes lowered to stare down the other reaper with a lidded and rather unimpressed sneer.

Mot shuffled back further, trying his best to pry Shun's fingers from his neck. He miscalculated his own room size, and soon stumbled back into a wall. His hat flipped back and away from his face, much to the reaper's discomfort. It was harder to act tough when the security blanket called a hat was not there to make him feel safe.
Mot at first seemed fearful, but managed to stuff that fear down enough to furrow his brow at the over reacting Shun.

Consequences? What did he do to this guy to make him so pissed off? Mot shifted and squirmed, still trying to pry Shun away from him without resorting to kicking him off.

And then Shun mentioned Mitsu, and Mot immediately thought about the night he walked her home and got lost in the Monster Dorms.

Ugh... those buildings of lies and deceit...

More importantly, Mitsu. As far as he could tell, he left her on a good note. So why was Shun so angry? "Regret WHAT?!" Mot snapped back a little snippier than he intended... and his voice a tad squeakier than he intended.

Mot gasped as he was released, thinking for a moment they would discuss this like civilized gentlemen. He was wrong. He sneered as his collar was grabbed. This was not gentlemanly at all!

"Well I don't." He shot back, his tone less squeaky and scaling heavier on aggravated. This guy was barging into his room and accusing him of hurting a ghoul. Uncalled for! "And I didn't."

Mot's eyes blinked and moved to the side, noticing the unfriendly fist Shun was making. Probably just for him. Mot wasn't stupid. He knew without having to think a lot about it to know Shun had way more power than him. If it came to blows, Mot would be more on the receiving end than the dealing end. Anything he dealt would be severely minor in offense. He was barely much on defense.
Crap.

"Remind me of what? Of something I know nothing of?" He asked, his tone dripping with irritation.

Fortunately - or rather, unfortunately - the wall that Shun shoved Mot up against happened to be the wall that they shared. Normally Mot was a fairly quiet roommate, so hearing not only the sounds of violence, but the angry voice of someone wanting to create an awful lot of said violence, was a little disturbing. Mot was also a pretty amiable scareling as far as he knew, so either someone had a case of misdirected rage, or Mot had one massively dangerous kink.

Either way, he was going to investigate.

Leaving his hat in his room by accident, the Psychopomp left his room and went straight to Mot's; the fact that the door was unlocked meant it probably wasn't a kinky bout of sex, but still. In the name of science and whatnot. He entered the room without asking permission, black eyes falling on Shun being a little, ah, rough on the cowboil.

"What the jack...?" Mac breathed out, eyes wide in surprise. "Err, well...good for you, man?" Really, what more would you say?

Staring hard at Mot, Shun was about to say something else but he heard another voice coming from the door. Glancing to the side, he saw Mac there, but it didn't look like he was there to help out his neighbor.

"I have business here," he warned the other Reaper before looking back at the cowboy, tightening his grip on the collar.

"Still playing dumb are you?" he hissed, "Regardless if it was your pet or you, you told her you'd come after Ziggy. That you two were going to have a little talk. Just like how we're talking right now."

He pulled Mot a little closer, staring right into his eyes, "Unless you're suggesting that Mitsu is a liar."

As the grip on his collar tightened, Mot shifted in turn. "You aren't making any sense." He argued once again. "I'm not calling her a liar, but she's misunderstanding something." Maybe if he could reason with Shun he wouldn't hit him again.

He glared right back at Shun, though not nearly as stern or menacing. It just wasn't in him to be that way. Which Mac seemed to now be emphasizing for him. Thanks buddy.
"He's right. I don't like to see a ghoul hurt." Mot exhaled, shifting again.