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Gambling. An addiction that can easily root itself deeply into any unsuspecting individual, and suck out all of the will to use their time wiser. Mot once struggled with this addiction, and now he saw someone else was in the early stages.

Mot decided to take matters into his own hands rather than watch this addiction spread further.

Shehk needed help. The fact she gave herself away so easily just illuminated the desperate situation she was in. Mot strolled in a leisurely manner to the Slots. He knew she would be there, so there was no hurry. The moment he was there, the urge to gamble began to rise within him. Jack Damnit, he thought. He would have to play the tough card as hard as possible, to keep even himself from losing control.

There she was. It had taken a while to spot her in the crowd of other gamblers, but he finally spotted her. While Mot didn't know Shehk personally, he had at least seen her around.

Now then, time to apprehend the naughty undead.

Mot tapped the ghoul's shoulder, his free hand looping a thumb in a belt loop on his chaps. "Ahem. Excuse me, little lady?" Mot called out in a calm and level tone. "I do believe I warned you, did I not?" A knowing smirk was planted on his face, his hidden gaze eyeing the ghoul suspiciously.

Oho~ She was playing innocent? Mot chuckled dryly, slowly. "Oh, we're playing that card, are we?" He tsk'd, slipping the other hand into his pocket. This was too fun. Mot had a good feeling about how much fun he was going to have dancing around with this one. It was a game. A game he intended on winning.

With that in mind he was able to ignore the alluring bells and whistles of the games around him.

"You know very well what I mean. Wasn't you who asked to be 'saved from yourself'? Perhaps I read incorrectly after all." The boil shrugged to himself.

"Yes, you did." Mot chuckled, shaking his head with a sigh. Well now, she was a weaselly one.

The tell tale sign of denial as she claimed she had no problem sent off more than a few alarms in Mot's senses. In fact, he had every reason to believe he would be at this a loooong time.

Mot raised a brow as she began to mutter to herself. With all the noise and goings on surrounding him, he couldn't make it out. "Hey now, why don't you and me go for a little walk away from these machines, hm? hey'll still be here when you get back."

"Wonderful!" Mot exclaimed as Shehk finally gave in and peeled herself away from the machine. To be sure she wasn't going anywhere, Mot took one of her arms into custody, looping it with his own and patting the captured arm with his other hand. "Now we walk."

The reaper led the ghoul away from the rows of machines, keeping a firm hold of her arm lest she get any ideas about running. "Gambling is a trap, you know. The gratification wears off when you find yourself doing dirty deeds for chump change." Mot spoke from experience, looking over the games as they passed;

Cards.





Mot shook his head and kept his eyes forward and head up. "I'd hate to see a pretty thing like yourself get into unnecessary trouble."

"You have a job now, sure. But there could come a time where you start prioritizing the need to be here more than anywhere else." Mot said as kindly as he was able, considering the subject matter. "It all starts with excuses."

Mot leaned in as Shehk spoke to him in a hush, pursing his lips as he thought of an answer. "Bad." He started, moving past another few endless rows of games. Was there no end in sight? Mot fought with how much of his personal horror story he should share to deter her from going too far with her problem. To be honest he did not want to delve into details. "Well, I'll say this much. By the time I wanted out I had found my self on the receiving end of a troll's boot for owing him money." Hopefully that would drive the point home.

Finally they had reached the exit, much to Mot's relief. While he had kicked the urge to gamble, being around places like these always brought it back. Still, he felt it best to keep this ghoul in sight for a while longer, lest she simply hop back inside while his back was turned.

Mot interpreted the look of horror as a sign she had taken his advice to heart. He patted the hand on his arm softly for a moment, his lips twisting in concern. What was this about ribs being moved around? Perhaps it was an undead thing that a reaper like himself didn't understand.

"It is fun. That's exactly why its so easy for things to go bad; because it's so fun. You continue to keep at it and let everything else around you get worse." This was good. Perhaps he was getting through to her. "I mean, some people can play a game or two and be done with it. They never feel the need to stick around for hours and hours. But for someone like me, and apparently you, it's not so easy." Addictive personality? Something like that. He knew he couldn't handle just one or two games, so he avoided them entirely.

Mot actually started to feel badly for pulling Shehk away. His pace slowed, listening to her speak of how the games made her feel. He knew that feeling. Back when he had been gambling, it made him feel alive, dangerous even. A life away from books and overbearing mothers. Still, it came with a price.

Mot furrowed his unseen brows, flipping through pages in his mind of alternatives. It was one thing to say no to gambling and its wonders and leave it at that, but what for her to do to replace it? It seemed cruel to take it away from her.

Perhaps if seeds weren't involved? That's what made it all so dangerous. If the risk and gratification was there without the danger of losing something substantial...

Mot smiled, patting Shehk's hand once again. "How about this.." He released her, digging into his coat pocket and pulling out a pair of dice. "A dice game. As long as you have someone to play with, it can work. I think the most dangerous thing about gambling with slots is that you can do it alone so easily." Mot nodded softly, shuffling the dice in his hand. "You can make number games, and bet things like chores and favors."

...Did he sound lame? He totally sounded lame didn't he?

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