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Mot calmed down. Lizzy's reassurance put his mind at ease. It was okay if he missed a few things then. No one was mad. He settled for walking silently now, wondering how exactly FooFoo would get any exercise by sitting in Lizzy's arms.

His attention was drawn back to Lizzy as she posed another question. It seemed an odd question. She was a spider demon, so it really didn't seem all that odd for her to have such an ability. However, he found himself fighting off a blush at her worries regarding it. He averted his gaze and focused on his steps. "I.. don't think it would be surprising. And, no, I'll always like you. You don't need to worry about that."

Mac? Mot raised an unseen brow and shrugged. "Not terribly well. I've met him a few times, but even so I don't know a whole lot about him." Maybe that was sort of strange? They just never hung out that often. But how did this answer his question? Perhaps she would elaborate.

Then again, he did know that the boil had a bit of a temper, as far as certain stories went. Such as the incident with Mitsu. And then Shun. However, Mac backed him up when he was in trouble. "He's.. at least reliable when it counts, that much I know."

Mot frowned with concern for Lizzy and her situation. Mac didn't like demons, yet here he was dating Lizzy. Mot's brows furrowed, lightly patting her hand as she squeezed his arm, trying to be somewhat comforting. Suddenly, Mot felt the need to have a very loud opinion on the subject. "I think, as your boilfriend, he should accept all of you." After all, Mac went into it knowing she was a demon. "He likes you for you, right? If something as aesthetic as extra limbs puts him off then he has no business dating you." Mot tried his best not to sound too strongly, not wanting to scare Lizzy or make her uncomfortable.

"It's not silly if you're worried." It was just upsetting that she had to be worried. "I.. bet your change is really cool!" Mot smiled and nodded.

"Mothers know best, right? That's what they tell us anyway." Mot chuckled. Lizzy's mother seemed very sweet though. His own mother was.. well...
At least he loved his mother?

Mot nodded firmly. "Without even seeing it! If it's something unique to you, then it's special by default." Would it be strange to ask to see them? Mot hummed a bit, staring at the playground coming into view. FooFoo began to get restless in Lizzy's arms, his beady eyes concentrated on the slides. "I seriously doubt I'd go running and screaming from you Lizzy. Not ever."

Mot beamed a proud grin, his compliment having made Lizzy happy. "Good kind, good kind~." He laughed with a wave of his hands.

FooFoo took off like a bat out of Hell, his little legs a blur of motion beneath his fur. The foxfire yipped happily as it scurried up one of the slides, then stopped and let himself slide down. This process was repeated. Over and over. Mot looked down at Lizzy, smirking playfully. "Did you want to?" He asked, a hand gesturing toward the playground.

Mot laughed out loud, shaking his head. "I don't know, Lizzy. I thought I saw you making googoo eyes at the playground. I assumed you wanted to play on it." Mot smirked playfully, shrugging in an animated flourish and walking slowly away from the slides and swings.

"If you feel like you're too mature for these things, then we won't play on the swings~." Mot teased. "I mean really, I certainly don't want to go on that stuff when you seem so blah-zey about it."

Mot won.

The boil grinned devilishly as Lizzy chased him down to pull him toward the swings. Games were fun~. It had been a while since he teased Lizzy. He felt the need to do that more often. It was a perfect opportunity.

Mot nodded as she sat on the swing, eyeing her as she settled herself. However, her next action caused him to nearly burst out laughing. Her determined pose had been outrageously adorable. Mot covered his mouth, the slight indications of a big grin peeking out from behind his hand. He recovered and nodded, pumping a fist. "Oi!"
This was srs business.

"Did you want to be pushed? Or are we having a race to see who can swing the highest?"

Mot couldn't.

No.

He couldn't hold back the laughter.

The reaper tried to keep it to a hearty giggle, holding his stomach as the giggles went on. "Y-yes.." Mot managed to squeak out, wiping a stray tear from his hidden eye.
He meandered over to the swing beside Lizzy and sat down. Grabbing each chain he pushed himself back with his feet, then used gravity to push himself back and forth.

"Showing you how it's done~." Mot sang teasingly as he swung.