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 Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 5:27 pm
Mot hadn't seen Riyo since the ill fated field trip, and while he'd never been close to the demoness, she had been a part of the team. The event made him feel closer to his team mates, and wanted to keep that bond at least in tact, even if it wasn't strong.
Come on, they even had a mini sleep over at Hel's!
Mot shot a few texts at Riyo, mostly containing "What room is yours?", "If you don't tell me I'll check every door" and "Please please please?" He was 95% certain Riyo would ignore him, so he did the only thing he could think of.
He hid in the lobby and waited for her to attempt escape.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 6:00 pm
Oh, Riyo was sick of these interruptions.
Interruptions in her sleep, interruptions in her work, and now interruptions in something much more important. Knees on the floor, her face contorted into the perfect image of rage as her skellephone buzzed for the 5th time in a row. She knew who it was, and she knew what they wanted.
Jack Skellington, Mot was getting as bad as Deacon as far as annoying texts went.
With a twitch of her eye, the door to her dorm flung open with a force, the phone flying out the door, through the air, and smashing against the other bakeneko's dorm room door. This was why Riyo had bought the warranty. "JEEZ." She screeched, scowling at the device from the other side of the hall.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 6:24 pm
Hiding in the lobby is booooooooooooooring~ 8(
Mot huffed and started to explore the dorm building, and his timing couldn't be better. A phone went flying in front of his face in one such hall. The reaper halted his steps, blinking and looking down on the floor. "Wow, that looked expensive."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 7:09 pm
"YOU." Riyo screeched, her bloodshot eyes staring holes into the reaper. "WHAT MOT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT DO YOU WANT?" She'd never gotten a chance to scream at Deacon after a mass text so there was a little bit of pent up frustration from that. And once Mot was done cowering and/or continuing to taunt the demoness, he could take a moment and notice how bad she looked. Hair all messy, eyes with weighted bags, and clothing... looking like a 2 year old had dressed her. The buttons. Oh Jack the buttons weren't even in the right hole.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 8:11 pm
Mot flinched at the yelling, then stared, dumbfounded, at the mess of a demoness he was looking at. His mouth gaped open, his eyes going up and down her disheveled form.
"Uuuuuh..." He drawled dumbly for a moment, before clearing his throat. "Um.. I came to see if you were okay and.. You're not." All the more reason to be there.
"Is... everyth--..uh.. H-how are..." Wow..
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 4:16 am
Riyo's brow furrowed at the look she received from Mot after she was done screaming at him. "D-don't look at me like that.." She knew she looked bad. It was as obvious as day... But the way he was staring made her think she had a tumor or something.
"I'm shitty. How are you?" She finally asked when he couldn't manage to get his question out. "Did you stop by to gawk or what? Because I gotta say, that's probably one of the last things I need right now."
But hey. Her room looked nice. Spotless even. And the floor. Oh jeez was the floor shin-
... Why was she cleaning it again?
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 7:05 am
"Sorry!" Mot squeaked, waving his hands defensively. Shoot, he really had been staring. He was so unused to seeing Riyo look so.. well then again, every one of the team spent a whole day looking dishevelled together.
"Not as Shitty." Mot piped back. Sure, normally he'd avoid swearing in front of a ghoul, but this was Riyo. Not that he didn't see her as a lady. Far from it. It simply made more sense to talk at her level. Or, maybe not quite as filthy mouthed. He wasn't that bad. Unless he was mad.
"No, that's not why." Mot clarified, peeking into the rather squeaky clean room. "Oh hey, you've been cleaning too!" He said with a cheesy grin. "But anyway, I came to check on you." Hmm, but where to go from there? She was clearly not doing so well.
"Uh, need help?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 11:29 am
Yeah. Good for Mot. Not as shitty.
Grumbling at the cowboil's sudden enthusiasm, she rolled her eyes and stepped aside to let him in, since like Hel, he probably wouldn't leave if she shut the door in his face anyways. "Hah, need help." The ghoul scoffed at Mot's question. "I don't do help. I can take care of eeeeeverything by myself."
... Obviously not. The giant stack of papers on her desk said something about that, and Riyo was reminded of such just by glancing at the desk.
Before she closed the door, she ran out to pick up her now broken phone and back in. The shiny gateway closed with a small 'click', and Riyo seemed to deflate. "That was a lie." She admitted, her weary eyes looking over the floor. "The only part of my life I have control of right now is the damn hard wood flooring."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 12:16 pm
Oh! Mot was being let in? Goal~
Her sarcasm was not surprising No, it was expected. What did make his head turn was her honesty. He blinked, turning his eyes to the floor. "It's.. quite spotless." Mot commented, turning back to Riyo, then the tower of paper work.
"What... what is that?!' Was it overdue homework? How in all that is holy could that even happen?!
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 1:36 pm
"Shoes off." Riyo commanded, giving into her compulsive cleanliness completely. The ghoul was practically sliding on her perfectly polished floor... In adorable kitten socks.
"Homework? Hah! That's funny. Real funny." She started to shake her head vigorously. Whether it was to answer him or wake herself up was a mystery. "No, my hat-wearing companion. This!" She gestured dramatically to her stack of papers. "THIS is work!"
But he wouldn't know about that, would he? "Oh. Yes. I suppose you wouldn't know about that. Brace yourself Mot."
.. She actually bent her knees slightly as she waited for him to brace himself. "I'm the president of a company! Ta daaah!" Her over-dramatic gestures and odd facial expressions said a lot about her mental state right now. "All this? This is what it takes to keep a company afloat! Balancing funds, employee management, ensuring each and every one of those ******** gets paid, paying bills, deciding what issues are more important than others, making final calls- Oh sweet Jack Mot I could go on and on." The ghoul's clawed hands reached up to grab her hair. "And right now I can't focus for two seconds without wanting to fall asleep. And when I fall asleep I wake back up because of some terrible dream I can't even REMEMBER when I sit up!"
Letting out a loud sigh, the ghoul had a seat in her rolling desk chair, the wheels taking her a few inches back across the spotless floor. "... But the floor looks nice, right? You like the floor? Yes?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 2:16 pm
Mot tensed at the command, but abide readily he did. Boots came off, and were set aside. He stepped on the floor, only to nearly slip slide onto his a**. He caught himself on a wall, and decided not to move. At all.
His eyes focused on Riyo and her crazy, as well as her mountain of paper work. To be honest, Mot was rather frightened of this ghoul on a normal day. Now? With the added crazy? s**t was intense. "I think you need sleep. That's a lot coming from me." Mot answered with a baffled expression. Oh, but she couldn't sleep? Well shoot. Nightmares he could relate to, and he only wished he didn't remember them, just like he never remembered any other dreams. "Ah.."
His eyes fell to the workload again.
Still, she was the President of an entire company? That was intense. How old was she anyway?! "Y-yes. The floor is lovely." Mot murmured, eyeing it with a brow raised high. "Smooth too.." He tested it with a toe wearily.
"But.. Why are you doing all of that by yourself? I doubt all Presidents have to do so much on their own.. do they? Don't you have any help?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 9:01 pm
"Yesssssssssss, it is lovely." Riyo nodded in agreement, her eyes closing for longer than they should've. While Mot spoke, it looked like the feline was about to doze off for a second... Until her head bobbed down too low and her eyes snapped open with a start.
"Ah! Ah... All by myself? Why do I do it all by myself, you ask?" The ghoul's fingers interlaced in front of her. Now all she needed was a pair of glasses and she could pull off a mad scientist look. She certainly had the hair for it right now.
"Because I don't trust people as far as I can throw them... And believe me, that's not very far." She laughed, even though it wasn't very funny. "The reason why I'm so successful is because of the time I devote to this. I don't ask for help. I don't get someone else to do these things for me because, frankly, I'm the one who does them best." Tooting her own horn much?
"People are lazy. Greedy. Not trustworthy in the slightest. Sure. I have little to no free time most days... But I never really used that for anything anyways." The feline shrugged and smiled, though one might see a twinge of sadness in that expression. "And I reap what I sew. I mean, look at me... I'm loaded..."
... Though... It had never made her happy. Not even for a second. "Yes. If I could only get some sleep now, I'd be living the good life, Mr. Mot." She was lying. To Mot, and to herself. Perhaps to make the situation not seem as hopeless, perhaps to make herself feel better. Either way, it wasn't working well. "Yep. Livin' the dream. While the other little demon shits here get money from their parents, I write out my own allowance check. Sure is great to not have family that caves into my every whim. I love not being spoiled." Hah... Ahahahah... Ah.
"Can I get you something to drink while you're checking up on me, hm?" Now she was just talking to stay awake.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 9:18 pm
Mot, once again, was almost speechless. Riyo was over the deep end. While she seemed to be playing off her actions like they were positives, their was a sadness to how she reacted. Did the money really make her happy? Not being able to ever trust others. What kind of life was that?
The reaper bit his lip, looking around at her lavish room, still listening to her ranting. He wanted to help, offer to ease the workload, but she said herself she trusted no one to do as good a job as herself. There had to be something he could do. Something! Why were things always so complicated? He couldn't say anything. Who would take a goofy cowboil seriously? Not Riyo.
"Oh, sure." Well, she was offering? He sure as Hell wasn't going to just run simply because he had no answers. His friend clearly needed company. A lecture on friendship wasn't going to fly with Riyo though.
Bother, bother...
"I hear Xiu's tea is good for restless nights." Mot piped up uncertainly. "It usually helps a little bit for my insomnia. Maybe it will help you?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:21 am
"Teaaaaaaaaaaa. We'll have teaaaaaaaaa." Riyo said sleepily, using her chair to scoot over into the kitchen. She... Had probably missed the rest of what Mot said.
Meanwhile, a quiet mewing came from behind the closed door of the opposite room, followed by an innocent pawing at the door. Sounded like somebody wanted out of their room.
"Moooooot. Be a dear and let the cats out, would you? You can skate across the floor like ice. Make a game out of it." She called as she poured water into the kitten-covered teapot. She'd had so much tea this week... So nice. Her cute little teacups were seeing use.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:40 am
While Mot was suspecting Riyo might have been drinking some funky cat n** laced tea all week, he decided to try and help anyway. Since she asked so nice and all. At least she wasn't yelling.
The long legged reaper was cautious, knees bent and shifting slowly across the slippery floor. She must have waxed this ten times over, he thought. And just how many cats did she have? Mot didn't mind cats, but the last encounter he'd had with one nearly scratched his balls off.
Finally managing to slide his way to the door with the noise, he turned the handle...
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