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 Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 8:45 am
It was midweek, and Mot was laying on the couch upside down. His Mother was out, probably working. He was free to goof off. However, his Father was upstairs for the week. Mot was pretending not to listen to his father's long winded rant on Amazing Science, playing games on his eyephone and occasionally casting a glare to the taller reaper.
After three hours of this, he simply couldn't handle it anymore. Earlier in the week he'd texted Lizzy, saying she could come down anytime during the afternoon. He really really hoped that time was soon.
"....And that brings me to my next point!"
....Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase?! ಥ_ಥ
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:25 am
Lizzy was unaware of her dear friend's suffering, but she was aware of one thing - she was excited about this trip, and had immediately texted back with a time. On the day itself, she hopped on the first cab she saw, reading the address Mot had texted to her to the driver; it didn't take too long for her to reach his place, and after some searching, she found herself at his door.
She took some time to adjust her hair, the hood that was currently pulled back, and the headphones as well as the scarf wrapped around her neck; she wore something a little different today, but she thought that it might be a nice surprise! For some reason, the fact that Mot's parents might be in made her exceedingly nervous, and her hand hovered above the doorbell for the longest time - what if they hate her? What if they do not approve of her hanging out with Mot?
Putting on a bright smile, she pressed down on the button and hoped for the best.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:34 am
The doorbell caught the attention of both father and son, their head's turning toward the door. Suddenly Mot's father shot up from his seat like there was a fire. "THERE IS... someone at the DOOR!" He announced loudly, clomping across the hardwood floor in his heavy boots. Mot watched the older reaper, his eyes following the eccentric man with a brow raised high. Still upside down.
The door swung open. Who stoof before Lizzy was not Mot. He was a reaper, who stood at about 6'4", with long scraggly black hair pulled into a high ponytail, adorned with a large white lab coat and thick goggles. He hissed suddenly, his arm moving to sheild his face. "It's the SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN?!"
The door was suddenly shut firmly, the sound of clomping disappearing into the home.
Soon after a short pause, the was soft pitter pattering of socked feet on hardwood. The door opened, and Mot stood in the doorway with a bewildered expression. "Uh.. Lizzy?!" Oh crap, she'd met his father. "Uh.. come in." Damn she looked good!
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:47 am
She frozen when the door was opened, looking very much like a hallowdeer in headlights before she relaxed; she recognized that man from the photo Mot showed her back in school - his father! She couldn't help but note the resemblance; that hair, especially. Jet black, just like Mot's! Even though he had goggles on, she could see that this man was... Well, pretty good looking.
"Hi! I'm looking for-" She blinked as he went on to scream something and promptly slammed the door in her face. For a moment, she just stood there, staring at the closed door with widened eyes.
And then she just looked plain sad; if she had dog ears, they would be flopped over right about now.
When the door opened again, she perked right up, "Mottttttt!" She barely gave any warnings before tackling the boil in a hug, "Eeeee, I missed you! How was the visit?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:57 am
Mot blinked, smiling at Lizzy, then suddenly got attack hugged. He chuckled, holding the ghoul as well. "I missed you too. It's been... ookaay." Mot grimaced some. It had it's ups and downs. "Not nearly as bad as I thought it would be." Especially considering his interaction with his Mother when he returned. That still made him happy.
His father was a whole other story.
Mot let the ghoul go, stepping inside his home. "Did you want to go downtown now? Please say yes. Yes? Great let's go." Mot insisted, leaning on a wall as he hastily tried to get his boots on. He wanted away from his dad, and he didnt want Lizzy to get caught into a conversation with him either. "Conversation" meaning get talked at. There was never any talking with.
Clomp clomp clomp! Came his father's footsteps as he reappeared in the foyer.
"SON! That ghoul! Her hair.. it is PINK!"
Damnit.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:05 am
"Ohhh?" She tilted her head up at him, like she was waiting to hear more about his trip home; she could tell that Mot was in a hurry to leave though, for some reason, and decided to play along, giving a nod and a grin at his question, "Sure!" Besides, that was the real purpose of her visit; they could always talk on the way to... To wherever Mot was taking her!
She made a noise that sounded like a high pitched 'eep!' as she darted behind Mot; it was the man who closed the door in her face! She had a sad again at his comment, looking like she had done something wrong... Before blinking and peeking out from behind the much taller boil.
"And your hair is black!" She announced back in the same tone, "And I like it!" Feeling a little braver for some odd reason, she took a step forward so that she was standing beside Mot instead of behind him, and bowed, "Hello! I'm Lizzy! It's nice to meet you, Mot's dad! How would you like me to address you?"
Her brain just went into shop mode.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:18 am
Mot looked behind him as Lizzy suddenly dashed to hide behind his form, looking back to his father. He was just so werid! Worse yet, now Lizzy was playing along!
"Of course you like it. As you should. It is fantastic." Mot's father stared down at the bowing demoness, an eyebrow arching high. Yes. This was how the young should speak to him always! "I am called Daedalus! But you will address me as Mr. O'Boyle!" He announced, then leaning far down to meet the ghoul nose to nose. Mot made a face of disgust. "Father, get out of her face."
Daedalus seemed to ignore his son completely, inspecting the ghoul closely. "Hmmmmmmm... Demon. Perhaps of the arachnid variety. I'm not much versed in Demon kind. Not my forte." He poked at her cheeks with a finger from each hand, making a small noise of ponder and understanding. He then leaned back to stand straight again, hands on his hips. "I know you wish to know all I know. It is why you came. It's why they all come."
Mot smacked his own forehead and huffed. "Father, this is my friend, and we're leaving."
"What?! But we have not finished our catching up!" He persisted, huffing indignantly. "Very well, be off with you." The Necromancer turned and clomped down the hall. Mot took Lizzy's hand and ran out the door.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:46 am
"Mr. O'Boyle, it's a pleasure!" Her smile never faltered, and she only subtly leaned backwards a little when he came into her personal space, although part of her wondered if she should dart behind Mot again. The only other movement she did was to tilt her head a bit to the side, her expression one that showed how confused she was by his behavior.
She might also had giggled at the poke to her cheeks.
"See you~" She called out before she was dragged out the door; once they were alone again, she took his arm and giggled, "I like your dad. He's funny."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:57 am
"Funny in the head, maybe." Mot retorted, leading Lizzy down the busy subdivision.
The Victorian style community was made of Reapers. It was easy to tell, by the corner store smithy. Many Grims, Witches, Warlocks and Necromancers meandered about their business up and down the cobblestone streets.
"How was the trip here?" Mot asked conversationally.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 11:17 am
"In the head? Hm... To me, it just seems like he wants people to pay attention to him?" She asked as she looked around, looking just absolutely fascinated by everything - the streets, the buildings, the decoration, the people. The people really made her curious; she had never seen this many reapers in a single place before, unless you counted the reaper dorms back in school!
"Oh! It was good!" She grinned, turning to look at Mot, "A little bumpy and long, but I was kept occupied by a game on my eyephone~ It has the cutest soundtrack ever!" Which explained the headphones.
"Where are we goingggg?" She asked, tugging on his arm excitedly.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 11:39 am
"That's the problem. He always wants people to pay attention to him. But will he listen to you when you want to talk? No! No he doesn't." Mot huffed, trying not to come off as irritated as he felt. The reaper exhaled sharply. "Sorry.. I'm not mad." Not at you.
It would do no good to get huffy at Lizzy. He liked Lizzy. He was ready to spend all day with her.
Mot smiled, patting her hand. "Downtown. This place only has reapers, and it's kind of uptight. The main downtown area has all the cool things. And, I think you'll like this part." Mot smirked and leaned to whisper to her. "I have to go clothes shopping." Shopping. He leaned back straight again, heading down the road. "My Mother gave me some seeds to spend."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 11:48 am
"Awwww, silly Mot," She stood on tiptoes while in her heeled boots to try to get to the top of his head, but gave up and decided to settle for petting the side of his hair instead, "I know... Let's enjoy ourselves today, okay? And I want to give you a treat! A treat for passing your exam! I'm so proud and happy for you!" She might had squealed a little at the end.
"Ohh!" She looked intrigued when he leaned in to whisper, instinctively leaning towards him too. When he revealed what exactly they were going to do, she cheered out loud before remembering that they were in a public place and covering her mouth with one hand.
"You're the best! Yayyyy shopping!" She was obviously gleeing away as she giggled, beaming at the boil, "You indulge me way too much!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 12:30 pm
"I get a treat?" Mot asked curiously, a delighted smile on his face. He chuckled happily, inwardly dancing that Lizzy was so proud of him. When Lizzy was so excited and happy,Mot couldn't help but feel the same way.
"I thought you'd like that. That's why I waited until you came over before I bought anything." He'd lost a good chuck of his wardrobe thanks to the field trip, not that it was very big to begin with. His jacket was wrecked, and left with Mitsu. He'd asked her to toss it, but little did he know Mitsu kept the weathered garment.
The further they walked, the more populated the streets became. Soon, it wasn't just reapers in the crowd as they crossed through other neighborhoods. The buildings got taller, and the shops became more aplenty. They were entering the downtown area of the big city.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 7:27 pm
"You get a treat," She repeated, her smile mirroring his as sh tried to think of something that Mot might actually like; food was out... It seemed like the boil only like Hel's cooking and Lizzy couldn't cook or bake anything decent even if she wanted to... Unless she got help from someone like Xiu.
"Awwww, that's really sweet of you!" She did appreciate it! It wasn't often that a boil actually offered to go shopping with her; she was actually under the impression that most boils didn't like to shop. In fact, she was so touched that she raised up a fist in his direction with a look filled with hope and expectancy; she was asking for a bro fist.
"What are you looking out for anyway?" She gasped at the surroundings; the buildings! She had never seen buildings that tall before! And she felt so small with this many people around them... She cling harder to Mot.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 7:42 pm
Mot laughed, returning the fist bump to Lizzy. "Not a problem."
Mot couldn't help but notice Lizzy clinging to him a littler more firmly. He looked down at the ghoul, raising a brow. "Intimidated, are we?" Mot asked in amusement. The city was much bigger than Lizzy's town, that was certain. He knew for a fact, having spent a week there. Working with Lizzy at her mother's store had actually been fun. He'd never worked a real job before.
"Well, new shirts and jeans, for sure. I know a few really cool Thrift Shoppes that are filled with a variety of different things. No more trenchcoats for me though. They're pricy." He laughed, rubbing his neck. "After my last one got wrecked, I don't want to risk it."
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