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 Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 2:56 pm
Xiu watched Mot silently for a moment, gauging his reaction before she turned away. Could it be that he...? Or maybe she was looking too deep into this. "If there's a reason you feel uncomfortable seeing them together, you'll discover it eventually," She assured him, careful to keep her voice soft, "Sometimes it just takes a little bit of time."
...And after that moving advice, Roch (very loudly) burst out with a question that had Xiu furrowing her brows. Roch was turning red. Mot was turning red.
Xiu was just confused.
"I'm sure it's not what it seems like," She told her friend, even though she wasn't entirely sure what "it" was. The baku sneaked forward a few more steps to duck behind a new tree, wondering just how close she could get before they got caught. Unlike Mot, Xiu had a hunch that this wasn't really that kind of date for Roch and Hel...but it looked like seeing them together had stirred up some kind of emotion in him. If it would help him realize something--no matter what that something was--then it would be best for her to stay quiet for now.
Do you want to keep following? Xiu mouthed, pointing towards the retreating "couple".
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 3:05 pm
Hel stuck a finger into her ear as Roch suddenly yelled right next to her, her brows furrowing. “AND HE WOULDN’T!” The reaper snapped back loudly, grimacing as her ear rang.
The ghoul tilted her head as the punk reaper quieted down. “Bets can be anything you want I think, friend.” Hel replied, smirking. “Ah yes…his expression was rather priceless. His face just bled red…and he covered his mouth at times…it’s endearing to see him get so flustered!” Was Hel gushing a bit? She sighed though. “…Say…are we almost there?” They’d been walking for a bit already.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 5:11 pm
They had reached the town by then, and he nodded, pointing to the left with his right hand. "It's right over there, see?" he said, pointing at an open air cafe. There was a band that was getting set up to the side of the tables. "And of course he wouldn't!" he said, laughing as he motioned her to an outdoor table. "You can't expect a guy like Mot to do somethin' like that. He's a gentleman."
It seemed like a foreign word to the punk, but it was the one that fit the cowboil in question. "Hell, I wouldn't do it," he admitted as he pulled out a chair for her. "It ain't like you're dating, and that sort of stuff should be left to official relationships," he said, sounding as if he was experienced. Yeah, right. All he knew he'd learned from an old man. "Otherwise people might start to think weird stuff."
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:42 pm
Time? Maybe. Still, he felt so badly. This might be Roch's attempt to find love, and here mot was jealous. But why did he feel jealous? Maybe because Roch had the courage to try, where Mot floundered and gave up. The idea of dating Lizzy was... that made him blush.
He's following outburst... And he wouldn't...?
Wait.. was she complaining to Roch that Mot had refused to grab her chest?
Mot was confused. So very confused. Maybe he needed to get closer so he could hear?
Mot turned to Xiu, nodding his head. "I do." He had to hear what they were talking about! He followed after them, trying to blend in with the crowd, until he caught them seating themselves at an open air cafe.
He took Xiu's hand, and dashed into the cafe, a few tables from Hel and Roch, behind a partition with foliage decorating it. Perhaps he could hide and listen in! He ducked down, his height being a disadvantage in spying. "Sorry.." Mot murmured letting go of Xiu's hand. He sat himself down, hiding behind a menu, his head leaning towards where he thought he heard the pair.
Otherwise people might start thinking weird stuff? What were they talking about? Mot could barely hear them!
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 9:20 pm
If Mot was confused, Xiu wasn't any better--she tilted her head in confusion at Hel's outburst before giving a little shake of her head. Maybe this just wasn't something that she was meant to understand. Whatever the case, it seemed that Mot was intent on following after them. She would tag along then, just to make sure nothing went wrong.
...Not to mention, had she not wanted to go, she wouldn't have had a choice anyways as Mot pulled her along. She followed after him obediently, keeping her head down in case Hel or Roch happened to turn around and spot them. Neither she nor Mot were dressed as they usually were, but their faces were uncovered (oooh, she wish she had brought a mustache for each of them!) and Xiu still had her tell-tale tail, even if her ears were covered up.
Fortunately, Mot had managed to find a nice spot behind a partition, which meant that they hopefully wouldn't be noticed by the pair they were tailing. At least, with her height, Xiu didn't have the same problem that the cowboil did.
As she caught the same scrap of conversation, the baku couldn't help but sigh. Someone has already started to think some weird stuff...but about you and Hel, Roch.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 12:50 am
Hel looked toward where Roch was pointing and gave a thoughtful hum. “Ah, alright!” She followed him over, releasing him as soon as they arrived at the tables, and gave an exasperated sigh when he pulled out the chair for her. “Once again, friend, I ask! Why do boils do things like that for ghouls? Pull out chairs, open doors…we have hands, feet! We can do it ourselves.” She gave a short laugh, shaking her head as she then sat down. “Thank you though, I suppose.” The valkyrie glanced over at the band setting up, resting her elbows on the table before looking back at the punk.
“Heh! You see, it’s because Mot is such a gentleman that I strive to make him do this! It will be a bet we’ll battle for one day…mark my words!” She shrugged. “Dating has nothing to do with it; they’re just mounds of flesh, goodness.” Hel looked down at her chest and poked it, then rose a brow as she looked back at the reaper. “…Say, you sound rather well versed in the ways of relationships. I did not know you were an expert.” She teased.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 6:41 am
"I pulled it out to sit you there, cuz I want to sit here," Roch said, going to the opposite side of the table, but pulling out the chair between them as well. He sat down across from her, his back to the partition, and kicked his injured leg up in the chair he'd pulled out.
"Don't look like it's been pulled open. Thanks, Hel," he said, poking his leg where Jove had bit him. "I got it bandaged and everything, but if it doesn't heal soon I might need to go to my granddad," he muttered, not very happy with the idea, but preferring it to going to Cricket.
"But... heh," he said, looking at her with a crooked grin. "I got 'the talk' last week. Learned some stuff that I'm positive I didn't need to know. Including what not to touch when you're not--uh, well let's just say, I learned a lot of stuff."
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 6:56 am
"Thanks for keeping me company." Mot whispered to Xiu, leaning over the table. "You can order anything you want. My treat." He gave a smile and sat back down, not so subtly leaning his ear toward the partition.
Mot... battle.. words... mounds of flesh?
"Is.. she planning to kill me?" That didn't sound right! He must be hearing it wrong. Blast this noise!
Talk.. not to touch..?
Was Roch calling dibs? Wait... WAS HE IN THE WAY OF THEIR LOVE?!
Mot hid behind his menu, as if waiting for the assassins to come at him any moment.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 2:17 pm
The baku smiled back at Mot, giving a little shake of her head. "Don't mention it. And I'll just have some water, don't worry." For one thing, she didn't want to call too much attention to themselves by ordering. Whispering to the waiter would be kind of strange, and she didn't want Roch or Hel to hear their voices, so she just settled for sipping at the water that was provided.
Xiu pressed her ear against the partition as well, brows furrowing as she strained to hear the conversation. She whispered what she heard aloud for Mot to hear.
"Gentleman...dating...relationships...expert?" That's as much as she got from Hel. And from Roch... "The...the talk? What...to touch...?"
Uh oh. "I-it's really, really hard to hear," Xiu whispered to Mot quickly, "Who knows what they're really saying!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 2:49 pm
“Oh, I see.” Hel replied, snorting softly at Roch’s reasoning for sitting them where he did. “Ah, no problem friend.” The ghoul tilted her head. “Why do you need to go see your grandfather? Just go visit the nurse, that is what she is there for!”
A brow rose, followed by a groan. “Ugh…my mother gave me a…talk as well.” The valkyrie face palmed. Why did that have to be so awkward? She looked back at Roch then, resting her head on her hand. “Everyone’s ideals of dating though are different. This much I can assume from the wide variety of races and cultures here at Amity.”
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 2:57 pm
"Yeah, but my granddad isn't a freaky ghost lady that eats students for entertainment," Roch said pointedly. "And you're a reaper, and I'm a reaper, so that means on SOME level we have the same workings when it comes to... that," he said. He looked red again. "Er, not the place to have this conversation, Hel. We can discuss it over the phone sometime."
The waitress came up then, and Roch grinned. "We want your hot wings!" he said. "You gotta try these, Hel, it's enough to make your eyes water and smoke come outta your ears."
"For your appetizer?" the waitress asked, putting silverware and menus in front of them.
"Course," Roch said. "Can we get some sauces on the side?"
"Sure. And your drinks?"
"Water's fine," Roch said, letting Hel order.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 3:33 pm
"Yeah.. out of context I suppose it would lead to misinterpretation.." Mot agreed, forgetting he even came up with the assassin theory.
Mot tried to listen again, catching not much of anything.
Mot sighed, folding his arms over the table and burying his head inside. "What am I doing here?" He muttered to himself.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 6:02 pm
Xiu reached out to give Mot a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. What was she suppose to say? She technically didn't have any business in interfering with...whatever this was, but...maybe a gentle push was needed.
"Are you...worried about Hel?" She asked, leaning forward, "I mean...you didn't follow them out here for no reason." Poor, poor Mot. He seemed so...well, confused, for one thing! He was also quite clearly bothered to see the valkyrie and punk reaper out together, but did he realize this himself, or did he just know that it felt strange?
"If you want to leave now..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 8:48 pm
Hel looked puzzled, staring at Roch with her brows furrowed and her head cocked at an angle. “Uh…” Oookay then. “…Whatever pleases you, friend.” Hel conceded after a moment. “I don’t understand why we’d need to talk about it over the phone though, but whatever.”
The valkyrie glanced up at the waitress as she approached, then followed by the menus and silverware. She gave a nod of her head to Roch, and when it was her turn to order, she asked for some chocolate milk. The valkyrie then looked over the menu for a long moment, both sides, before pushing it away from her and resting her head in her hands. “…I’ll try some of these toted hot wings…but aside from that, I am lacking an appetite.” Hel, not eat a lot? This whole bet business had her goat, obviously.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 5:26 am
Roch looked at her blankly, then shrugged, glancing around, a slight frown on his face. "Y'ever get the feelin' you're being watched?" he asked her. It almost seemed as if he'd noticed the people behind the partition but then he cursed, looking at the stage. "Jack, not again," he complained. "I'm not here to compete, lady, tell your guitarist to stop gunning for me," he called to the musician on the stage. "I'm just here on a date--sort of."
He ran a hand over his face. "I have GOT to stop challenging guitarists for entertainment," he told Hel as the hot wings showed up. "But seriously, this is all you're gonna have?" he asked as he grabbed one out of the basket.
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