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 Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 12:16 pm
"Wellll, I was worried about him!" She protested, blushing a little at the way Mot had worded his sentence; she didn't visit a seedy alley because she was curious or wanted to have fun! Not at all! She went there to look for a friend, "Vein street, of all places! We got away safely though~" She was pretty sure that was due to her help though! Which... Made her feel rather proud.
"I-I have n-no idea what you're talking about!" Her blushing was getting worse as she pouted, walking up the steps and into the reaper dorms. She clearly wasn't very good at pretending that nothing happened though, seeing how she immediately wrapped her arm around Mac's arm when she walked past him, effectively dragging him in.
"Yay~"
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 1:31 pm
Mot grinned wickedly as Mac gave him a friendly punch to the arm. Oh he did so love to tease. Better yet, Lizzy had gotten very flustered about it too. Oh, and as he looked back to them, she was even clinging to his arm. So sweet~.
Mot silently made his way to the floor their rooms were in. Relief was what Mot felt as the last few strides were made to his door. He knew he would pass out the moment he hit his pillow. "Finally." Mot breathed out, obviously exhausted. It had been a long hectic night. For him, a very successful night. He had a lot of fun, made a lot of friends, and over all felt good about it all.
But oh man, so tired.
The long legged reaper turned to his friends, giving them a two fingered salute from the brim of his crowned hat. "Mac, Lizzy. It's been a blast. Goodnight.." The Pumpkin Prince then opened his door, letting out a yawn as he entered his bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.
. . . .
Once inside, Mot stripped of all of his formal attire. That stuffy jacket, tight necked blouse, those sticky boots, and his formal trousers. They all came off.
Even the hat was flipped onto the nightstand, a rare event all on its own, as he normally slept with it on, the crown that was stuck onto it glistening in the moonlight that poured in through the window. He stared at it for a while, mesmerized and swaying in his tired state.
Haha. Jackdamn royalty.
The evening breeze felt nice, cooling him down. It was so wonderful to be out of his stuffy clothes.
"No more clothes again, ever!"
With that, Mot flopped onto his bed, passing out promptly without even tucking himself in.
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