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 Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 4:53 pm
"Too bad, it suited you." He commented idly, sounding as distracted as he really was. "I really regret not going, you know." Might as well let Mot in on that little piece of knowledge, considering the no doubt uncomfortable questions he was asking on his own. "I don't think I'll ever really forgive myself for that." He scratched the back of his head, enough to ruffle his hat. For a Year Two, he certainly didn't feel any more grown. Worse, he felt completely weak.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 5:09 pm
Too bad indeed. Sigh.
Mot listened quietly. He understood what Mac was feeling. While the trip had been a nightmare, if he'd not gone and then heard of what went on, he would have wished he had been there to help. He had been there. He got hurt, but he also did what he could to help his friends.
Which wasn't much at all, despite his best efforts.
"You couldn't have known.." Mot commented idly. "I mean.. I know your last trip was bad, according to, well, everyone. I have no basis to compare but it feels like this took the cake. You know, because of the professor.."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 5:28 pm
"I should have known." He corrected. "Yeah I was on the last one, but I've heard about the ones before it. I knew they were dangerous and stressful and horrible things, but..." The back of his hat was gripped, his lips pulling down into a frustrated growl. "I should have been there to help her, or at least try to. Not stay at home and take care of fuzzbrained fleabags." He sounded frustrated now on top of everything; no matter what he did, no matter what he said, it was all just piling up.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 5:40 pm
Mot frowned, watching the back of Mac's head like it might grow into some kind of hideous beast at any given moment. As if his constant grabbing of the back of his hat was the only way to keep the beast contained. Mac was getting rather frustrated, and Mot wasn't sure what to do to help. It isn't as if he could say his being there would have done nothing. While it was true, it would be cruel.
"Well.. Next trip. I'm sure there will be many more. I know it's stupid, but I'll continue to go on them. You should too. You can't turn back time, Mac. It sucks but, what happened happened, whether you were there or not." He tried to keep his tone even. He didn't want to come off as if he knew better though. He really didn't.
"Honestly, I feel like all I did was get beat up at that house. But I figure if I keep going, then maybe I'll get stronger. Sitting on my hands won't do that."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 8:38 pm
"Yeah, yeah." He waved his hand in dismissal, the same hand that had been at the back of his head. "It's just...at least you were there, you know?" The hand now went to his own throat, first hesitantly tapping his fingers against it, and then sliding to lay his palm against it entirely; the ghost of his wound from the island still haunted him.
After that, he went silent. He really didn't know what else to say or do. His objective was met, but now...now what?
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 8:47 pm
"Yeah.." Mot too fell silent. It was an awkward walk home. He wished his room was on the opposite end of the reaper dorms. But sadly, he'd have to walk along with the brooding brunette the whole way.
The walk felt like forever, so when his room came into view, Mot was tempted to run for it. As he passed Mac's room, Mot paused, turning his head over his shoulder. Was that really all Mac needed to know? Mot was off the hook? He'd be relieved, but somehow he doubted it was the end of it. And how did he know he had a thing for Lizzy? He wasn't threatened was he? Mot hardly felt himself to be any kind of threat. He was just a goofy wannabe cowboil.
"I may be digging my own grave here by asking, but why did you want to know if I liked Lizzy?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 8:52 pm
Mac hated wallowing. In his life, whenever he started, he always told himself to stop and just be awesome instead. Right now he had no interest in making himself stop, and even if he tried he was pretty sure it would be in vain. So he stayed in his mindset, working out the plan in his head that he knew would likely be the most painful thing he's ever had to do.
Before he knew it they were at the dorms, and after that came the familiar appearance of his door. Ah, safety, thank Jack. Time to think and not be beside his cousin, or the cowboil, or whatever - just, Mot. The question made him pause, and he stared at Mot from under his hat, his eyes unreadably dead.
"It's nothing, nevermind. Forget I asked." He brushed it off, disappearing into his room before more questions could be asked.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 9:03 pm
That.. was a scary look. Mac was always scary looking, but that look. That dead look. Something was terribly wrong with Mot's neighbor. But before Mot could do much else, he was gone.
Mot stood where he was for a moment, debating trying to talk to him some more. But no. He didn't know him well enough to try. He also didn't have the balls to confront him.
The reaper sighed, and made his way to his own bedroom.
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