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As the mask left her fingers Mitsu watched in dismay as Mac tucked it in his jacket away from view. She wanted to cry out that she wanted it back but then what? What would she be subjecting herself to?

Flinching a bit, Mitsu closed her eyes seeing the hand coming up toward her, not expecting Mac to pat her on the head. Her ears flattened back away from his hand, her eyes remaining closed during this particular transaction. It wasn't until the hand left her head to touch under her chin to lift her face up did Mitsu finally open those teary eyes once more. Her look was something close to a scolded puppy who had just been hit with a newspaper for chewing on a shoe. The tension shot through her body knowing that Mac could see her face, it was unnerving and she felt so exposed.

Nervously she took a step back and away from the reaper's touch, her eyes going back to the floor. "I...I guess." Mitsu said softly.

It didn't seem like Mitsu was going to be able to escape, her flight mode was easing its way back into play. The feel of Mac's hands on her face made her jump slightly, her eyes clenching shut again as he lifted her face. The thumbs across her cheeks made her flinch again, this close contact was a bit much. Mitsu knew for sure now that option two would have been filled with much regret.

Mitsu was confused though, she didn't understand Mac's motives. How was taking her mask and then giving her a pep talk at all beneficial to the reaper? It really just made her certain she never wanted to step outside her room again. Her room was a safe place.

"Y...yeah." She stuttered. If she could just pretend for a few moments, just hold her head up maybe he would take her mask and leave thinking his job was done. Then she would call Shun and tell him she was too tired to come over. What was she going to do about tomorrow though? Perhaps she should tell him she was sick? That way if she was still 'sick' tomorrow it would make sense why she couldn't go out.

Mitsu resisted the urge to flinch as Mac patted her head. She stood as still as possible being sure not to let her head drop. The lycan was afraid it would only bring the reaper back toward her to grab her face again.

"I..I." Mitsu had started but the phone in her pocket suddenly went off. Reaching for the much needed distraction Mitsu saw that it was Shun. She must have been really late for him to call. "I..It's Shun..." With Mac's last words on her mind she looked toward the reaper as she brought the phone to the side of her head to answer.

"H..hello?"



Shun's voice on the other end of the line made a small relief wash through Mitsu. But at the same time, she couldn't tell him what was wrong. The lycan wasn't good at lying so she hoped it didn't convey through her tone on the phone.

"Y..yes. I mean...I'm sorry I'm running late. I'm...," Tired or sick....tired or sick. Mitsu looked up toward Mac for a moment before she finally answered. "Feeling a little ill. I think I might stay in my dorm."



"N..no, that's okay. I think I'm just going to go to bed. I think if I get some sleep I will feel better."



"Y...yeah, tomorrow." She hoped she didn't sound as unsure as she felt before she hit the end button on the phone.

It probably would have helped but it was easier just to hide. Watching Mac leave Mitsu moved toward the door making sure it was closed and locked it. Instantly her head dropped and she rested it against the door frame in an exasperated way her ears drooping as low as they would go on the sides of her head. She wasn't entirely sure what to do with herself. Feeling sorry for herself seemed like a good option. It was the easiest thing to do for the moment.