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Tall reaper with a hat? Why did Mitsu say he had made her cry? "Oh!" Mot suddenly exclaimed. "Mitsu's been having nightmares lately. I read her a story to put her to sleep, but maybe since I was there, she had a nightmare... with me in it?" He had seemed enthusiastic at first, though he seemed less confident in his theory as he explained. It was kind of stupid. Mot lowered his gaze, his brow furrowed in concern. He didn't hurt her, right? Right?

He was genuinely concerned now, and doubting himself. And Shun was getting more and more angry. Mot lost all will to look threatening.

Mot cast a nervous glance to Mac. He looked like he was going to help him out, and he prayed the boil would follow through.

Mac's probably only current saving grace was the fact that were were other, taller hat wearing reapers out there. Or maybe that he wasn't wearing his hat at the moment. Jack's ghost be praised!

"Shun. Let him go." Mac said again, his voice on edge. "Who said it was even a Reaper, eh? If she was that upset, there are an awful lot of Reaper-looking Demons out there. Or Ghosts, or really convincing Monsters." Undeads were generally easy to pick out of a crowd, but the rest could be pretty well hidden. "I'm sure there are a lot of other scarelings that wear hats a lot." He argued, black gaze focused solely on Shun. Visually, Mot had kind of faded into the background since the Shinigami was the more, ah, dangerous threat here...plus it was helpful to know when your future murderer was going to launch at you once he put the puzzle pieces together.

"Now, again, put the idiot down, and maybe, you know...get your facts before attacking some random suspect."

For the most part, Shun ignored what Mot said, if only because Mac was starting to really piss him off. Glaring at the reaper across the room, he turned away, tossing the cowboy aside rather roughly to approach Mac.

"There are other ways to tell a Reaper from the others outside of our human appearances," he said lowly, now right up in Mac's face. Despite how quiet he was, the anger was still very much there, "If you're so intent on saving your buddy here, best find out who did it. There might be a number of scarelings in general who wear hats, but the numbers are much lower when we take Reapers into account."

Glancing back at Mot for the moment, his next question went to both of them.

"So tell me, outside of the cowboy, who else of our kind is known to have a hat around? Who happens to have a pet bird small enough for a cat to injure?"

Finally, he was released. Albeit roughly. Mot stumbled on his own feet as he was tossed aside like an unneeded sack of meat and fell to the floor. He let out a grunt upon impact and rubbed the elbow he had landed on. He was now safe, though? Perhaps not.

Shun's words had made Mot increasingly nervous. If you want to save your buddy? Did that mean Shun would still beat the information out of him if Mac failed to help? He let out an audible gulp in response. Mot's heart beat a bit faster, his eyes darting from Mac to Shun. What had he done that deserved this?

Mac continued to vouch for him, and it helped ease his worries only slightly. It was good to know Mac was not going to stand by and let him get bullied.

The air in the room, already tense, grew dark as Mac admitted he had been the one whom Mitsu had been afraid of.
Mot stared at his neighbour with a wide gaze, brown eyes having turned from worry to surprise. Mac did it? He threatened Mitsu? It made sense now. There were some ghouls who claimed Mac to be rather harsh, but this put some truth to it.
While Mot was thankful he had protected him, his feelings about him now started to feel unsure. Threatening a ghoul was just not something his stomach could keep down. Worser yet, Shun was going to attack Mac for certain.

While Mot wanted Mac to fix things with Shun and Mitsu, he did not wish for it to turn violent. Mot got to his feet quickly. If he needed to help Mac he would, since he had done the same for him.
His feet moved without him willing them to toward the pair, ready to hold Shun back if he made a move on Mac.

Mac expected Shun to lash out, but the somewhat shorter Reaper was much faster than he anticipated, and while he was able to dodge the full force of the blow but the fist still connected, sending him staggering to the side. Pain exploded through all of his senses and, for a moment, everything turned to white.

"Bloody-Jackin-Mary!" Mac cursed once he found his voice, his eyes squeezing shut to reopen wide, a shaking hand moving to hold the side of his face as though it would stop the stinging pain. "Little trigger happy, aren't ya, boil?!" Although he was now the proud owner of a raging headache that only helped his earlier RUN AWAY instinct, he continued to lower his own life expectancy.

"Skellington, Don't you ever ******** listen?" He taunted with a sneer, his hand dropping from his face. "I said I fit the description, that doesn't mean I did it." He was a hat wearing reaper with a small bird, and although he was pretty sure it was him...well, that was't the point.

Shun was going to follow up with another attack but he felt Mot grab him from behind, aiming to restrain the volatile reaper. Sneering, he glared back at the cowboy and started to try and wiggle free. He paused for the moment, as the other two began to speak.

"Or does it?" He hissed lowly. It seemed for the moment, he wasn't going to try and break free too hard, but his mood certainly hadn't gotten any better since he had lashed out.

The situation wasn't getting much better. Mot had a feeling keeping Shun under control was not going to last much longer either. Not with mac losing his temper.

Okay, so it was Mac after all. He seemed to feel justified in how he handled the situation, but Mot wasn't agreeing with him. However, he was not about to let him get hit again. "Shun, cool it." Mot uttered, tightening his hold on the boil. There was a big chance he would flip his s**t after what mac said. "Mac, don't be a p***k. I get you're upset, but don't you feel that maybe you overreacted?" Yelling at a ghoul just did not sit right. Mitsu was a timid type, and not someone who could handle a temper tantrum.

"Mitsu's a nice ghoul. She meant no harm. It was just a very unfortunate accident." Mot was bordering on wanting to flee and let Mac get the s**t beat out of him and finding the words to make the situation right. He was starting to lean towards the former.