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Mot had stopped drinking Xiu's tea. As much as it helped him sleep when needed, the knowledge that too little of it made him loopy was scary. Anything that impaired his judgement was frowned upon in his eyes.

Because of this, he'd been lacking sleep yet again. Sure he had ways to cope, but being tired all the time didn't help his mood. Sometimes he was sulky, then the next minute he was giddy again. It was exhausting mentally.

So, needless to say, when Mot got a text from Xiu saying she had made a new remedy, he was all over it despite the history of her tea and him. The reaper agreed to the testing, asking her to meet at his place; Falling asleep in a ghoul's bedroom would not be gentlemanly.

He waited, in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, sprawled horizontally across his bed with his feet drumming on the wall and his head hanging over the side of the bed.

The door was left wide open.

Mot turned his head, staring at Xiu upside down. Even with his head nearly touching the ground in his ridiculous state, somehow the hat stayed on. The reaper raised a hand in greeting and smirked. "Howdy, Xiu." He replied back. The reaper threw his arms back behind his head onto the ground, and did a back handspring off the bed, landing standing up.

Why?

When you have many a sleepless night like Mot, you find ways to entertain yourself.

"Oh, sorry for the state of dress." He refereed to his pajamas, tugging on his skull decor t-shirt. "Taking precautions in case I pass out like last time. Sleeping in jeans and chaps isn't nice at all." It was a wretched thing to wake up in.

To say it only took a night would be lying. There were many falls, bumps and giving ups over a span of many nights. The reaper found it was a good way to rid himself of excess energy, though the chances of making himself sleepy doing it were only slightly enhanced; he still failed to get sleep 80% of the time.
Still, Mot grinned proudly. He'd achieved something through it all.

The emergence of the tea made Mot slightly nervous. If it worked, then he would be well on his way to sleeping like what would be considered normal to most denizens of Halloween. Or at least those that slept.

The one thing that encouraged him; Xiu had tested it herself. "Well, that's a relief." Had she not tested it before? Worrisome. The reaper approached Xiu, taking the thermos from her tiny hands and eyeing it carefully. The reaper hummed to himself, making his way to the small kitchenette and getting himself a mug. "How have you been, Xiu? Things are good?" He asked, making small talk as he poured his tea. It would be rude to simply take the tea and kick the ghoul out.

Mot paused, having just finished pouring his tea. His hand lingered on the cap of the thermos for some time, eerily silent he stayed. The day he and Roch made fools of themselves. Oh dear. He'd hoped that was just a made up daymare of sorts.

"Erm...." He lowered his unseen eyes, tightening the lid on the thermos and setting it aside. "A dare." He replied, rather honestly. Turning with mug in hand, he leaned against the counter, taking a sip from the tea. Good thing this tea was supposed to make him sleepy, otherwise he'd have some other worry to keep him up that night. "We were making fun of each other and ended up having to phone... some people.. and sing for them." Hel included...

The reaper took another sip of the tea, turning his head from Xiu. "Sorry."

Mot was mid sip when Xiu seemed to want something. He paused, tilting his head. "Ask away."

"Dream diving, right? I remember. How is that going, by the way?" He asked, taking another sip of the tea. Mmm, relaxing~.
He hoped she never ended up going to that one boil's house after they had their talk.

Mot could be thick at times. He was a smart boil, however. He could put two and two together. Xiu wished to try out her dream diving some more.

"I don't remember them well, so I'm not sure what I dream of." He paused, as if he wouldn't touch on the subject anymore. even taking a slow sip of his tea.
He smiled and gave a short chuckle. "Did you wish me to be your test subject tonight?"

The tea was certainly already having an effect. Mot could feel it calm him down, mellow him out. "Sleepy, but not groggy, which is nice." There was nothing pleasant about going to bed feeling like your head weighed like a ton.

Mot shrugged, shifting his weight to the side. "I don't mind. It's just a little embarrassing knowing you'll be poking around my head." Not to mention trying to get comfortable and sleep knowing someone was in the same room. He could barely sleep on his own let alone that.
The tea would probably help.

"Good idea." Mot was glad the tea was working, more so for Xiu than himself. She seemed happy. He took one last sip of the remaining tea and set it on the counter. The reaper made his way to his bed, sitting down and rubbing his eye. Boy, that stuff was really working.

"So I just.. fall sleep then?" He asked curiously. Maybe there was some kind of voodoo dance involved, what did he know?

"I trust you." Mot smiled, being assured the ghoul would not go telling everyone if he dreamed he was naked during an assembly or something.
Geez.. he sure hoped he didn't dream that. More for Xiu's sake than his own.
With only the falling asleep part left to do, Mot settled into bed. The tea ad worked its wonder, with Mot sleeping soundly after only a moment.

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Behold.
The wild west.
A land of dust and grit. Each town in this land is governed by a member of the Royal Family of Amnity, a big city to the north, ruled by King Riley; a wickedly powerful madam of Fear and Terror.
As of late, folks around here are on edge. There have been a group of bandits who come to towns in the night, stealing not money, jewels or possessions. No. They have been kidnapping the royal princesses that govern each town.

This story takes place in a small dingy town called Little Twister, where our hero resides, intent on rescuing those who have been held captive.

The narration ended, revealing a dingy little western village. In it's center was Mot, adorned in a fancy getup, wielding twin revolvers. He stood at a pole, where a wanted poster hung. On it, detailed the identities of the Princesses, their last known whereabouts, and mug shots of the bandits behind the crimes.