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Lucky for Roch, Mot was always up late.

While the field trip had rendered the boil basically under room arrest thanks to the injuries he sustained, the grim reaper was feeling better. He'd caught up on much needed sleep through multiple short interval naps, somehow his ultimate fatigue rendering his insomnia near obsolete.

Still, he was awake, and doing a whole lot of nothing.

The knock at his door came as unexpected. He half expected it to be Hel. So when he opened the door to find Roch, he raised his brows in surprise. "Howdy. Nice seeing you drop by. Want to come in?" Mot asked casually.

His beloved hat was on his dresser; charred, maimed, useless. However, around his neck was a leather strap attached to a brand new, handmade leather hat made by Hel.

Mot snorted, stepping aside for Roch to get in before shutting his door. The boil was always a hoot and a half. "Yup." Mot drawled, meandering to the kitchenette for a couple cans of pop. He grinned, so happy and pleased with the gift.
Mot tossed a can to Roch, cracking open his own drink and taking a sip.

Only to nearly choke on it at Roch's blunt question.

He sputtered after managing to swallow his drink, patting his chest as the drink went awkwardly down the wrong tube. "W-what?!" He coughed again. "You mean.." Like...like? Look at as in like-like?! This.. probably had something to do with the field trip. That room. "Um..." Mot wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, glowing a lovely shade of red. Partly from choking, partly from you know.

"I d-...d-..." He wanted to deny it all, really. He wanted to think the person he looked at was just a friend. But it was becoming glaringly obvious it wasn't. "M-maybe.. might... uh.. w-well I was sure I didn't but.. well I guess maybe I do.."

. . .

"Uh, you know Lizzy, right?" Herpaderp.

Mot leaned on a wall, somewhat recovered from his small fit. "Stopping me from what?" Mot asked quizzically, taking another sip from his drink.

He paused.

Oooh.. "Oh, you mean.. telling her?" Mot shifted uncomfortably. "She's dating Mac." Even if she wasn't, how could he possibly try and date her? Mot couldn't handle anything more than a hug. How was he supposed to make a ghoul happy if he couldn't even kiss her?

Giving up? Mot was aware of his crush, but to hear he was giving up?

"No, we all have our own worries. However you deal with it is fine." He only wished he could worry less about the ordeal. To feel obligated to angst over the field trip.. if he had something that mattered more, than that was that. "But why?" He asked cautiously, looking concerned for his friend's well being and state of mind.

"I mean, I'll help all that I can, but I don't understand."

Ouch. Roch had been stuck in that horrible room the whole battle, watching someone he cared about nearly die, wishing he could be the one holding her safely. He'd felt similar, watching as Lizzy was held captive in a cage.

"That wasn't on you, partner. People die, and sometimes, yes, it's because we're reckless. But more often than not, it's because of someone else." He tried to sound convincing, strong. He wasn't terribly certain if he came across as such.

Still, apparently, he had confessed, and was turned down. Mot... did not even want to imagine that.

"Well.. I can't tell you to keep on chasing. Xiu made a decision and all." And it was to be respected. "How do people... get over someone they care about?" Where to begin? Roch came to him for help, and by Jack Mot wanted to try and help!
However, Mot was not a typical guy, and taking him for a night on the town was probably a bad idea.

Same problem? Mot wasn't sure if he wanted to... get over Lizzy. He liked her, and he didn't want that feeling to go away. However, he'd try his best to help Roch.

"Um.. well, when in doubt, do research right?" Or go back to basics. "Maybe it's like when you have to make a presentation in class? Just imagine her in her un----er... no, that won't do.." Severely counter productive. "Actually I never understood how that method was supposed to work on nervousness anyway.."

"Movies with.." Hot chicks? Well, while Mot wasn't one to use such lingo, he understood what Roch was getting at. "You really think looking at other ghouls will help?" Were the cinemas open this late? Still, looking at pretty ghouls didn't seem like a productive idea. To Mot, all ghouls everywhere were pretty. Of course, his ghoul friends were the prettiest around. Just because.

"If I compared Lizzy to actresses.. the actresses wouldn't compare." He mused. "You think it would be the same for Xiu?" Xiu wasn't exactly a bombshell knockout, but she was cute and feminine. Maybe this kind of thing worked for Roch?

Wait, he totally wasn't helping! Auuugh! Mot failed at being a dude. "Uh, I mean.. We'll do it if you think it'll help."