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 Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:12 pm
Who else did he make goo goo eyes at? No other ghoul she`s seen when they`ve been together...
"Ah...I see..." Hel watched him with a tilt of her head, finding him acting a bit odd. Hmmm...if she agreed to let him change the terms...she`d find out who it is...be able to...keep an eye on this ghoul. Hel sighed again, looking down at her hands for a moment. This sucked. It was challenging enough dealing with the Mot Liking Lizzy thing...now someone else...
Hel lifted her head, glancing at his wringing hands for a moment before holding out a dark hand to him. They needed to shake on it, obviously.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:25 pm
Mot stared at her hand a moment, before freeing one of his own and grasping her hand in a handshake. He laughed nervously, letting her go and shifting in place. He hoped he could find the courage to confess to who he liked. He was scared. Even if they felt the same, he had no idea what to do after that. It was one of the reasons he could never think of himself with Lizzy.
Still, now that he was being made to confess, it made him think about it more and more, and a certain excitement accompanied his fear.
Mot's heart started to beat loudly in his chest, making his ears burn red and his hearing start to go out. Or maybe he wasn't feeling well from being reduced to such a state by Hel.
He shifted, pulling off the covers and swinging his feet over the side of the bed. "Right..." He said in a shaky voice. "This is a bit scary. Never done this before.." He turned to Hel, eyeing her as if she held some sort of answer for him. "I'm worried she won't feel the same."
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:41 pm
The reaper shook his hand, sealing the new deal.
Hel watched as Mot started to shift from underneath the covers, and held out a hand, hovering near his arm with concern. “A..ah…be careful…” He’d just woken up from being knocked out after all, with a nice gash across his chest. Yes, it was a bit easier to focus on Mot’s well being instead of the dreaded topic at hand. Hel settled back down once it was apparent Mot was okay for right now, and looked at the cowboil as he turned to face her. Scary? Never done this before? Worried the being won’t feel the same? Yeah…he was preaching to the choir.
“…There’s nothing to be afraid of, Mot.” Such a hypocrite she was. “You know you can tell me anything…” Hel murmured, dreading that she was about to hear the newest ghoul of Mot’s affections.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:48 pm
Mot let out a breath as he looked down on Hel, eyeing her carefully. He could tell ehr anything. He usually could. Just about anything. He told Hel more things than anyone he knew.
He turned his head away, an arm folding around his stomach, which was now home to billions of fluttering moths giving him the jitters. He played it out in his head over and over, his skin turning red from emotion.
"The ghoul that takes up my mind.." He started, taking a moment to summon the courage to look at Hel in the eye. "Is you."
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:10 pm
Mot was acting really weird. Hel couldn’t put either colored finger on it. What was up with the ghoul who occupied his mind now to make him act like this?
The ghoul tilted her head to the side more, waiting, dreading, and starting to get anxious now. Her brows furrowed more as he placed an arm over his stomach and then started to turn red. Uh oh…was he alri—
Then he said it.
Hel stiffened, her expression immediately going flat.
The ghoul that takes up my mind is you.
Wait.
Did…she just hear that? Hel sat like that for a long moment, quiet, before her eyes widened, a brow rose, and her stomach started to clench. No. She couldn’t believe it. Really? Really? It was too good to be true…in fact…what if this was…a horrible prank? She felt like she just got punched in the gut with that thought. A prank. Everyone else seemed to know how she felt, maybe one of them clued Mot in? Maybe they thought it’d be funny to do this…
Hel’s cheeks turned red and her eyes seemed to gleam from a build up of moisture. The thought that this could be a joke upset her terribly, and she turned her head to the side, puffing out her cheeks as she then crossed her arms. “Mot.” She started, her voice choking up a bit. “If this is some kind of…of prank…it’s very cruel.”
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:16 pm
Mot's heart fell. Hel looked upset with him. She thought.. it was a prank? The idea of him liking her, was it really that terrible?
Mot's emotions were on his non existant sleeve. He grimaced, turning his head downward. "But.. no. I'd never toy with you like that." He swallowed back a lump in his throat, every fiber of his being wishing he could just up and leave and never return. Both arms folded over his lap. His head turned back to Hel, trying his best not to frown so deeply.
"Why? Is it.. really so bad?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:43 pm
Mot’s demeanor instantly went down, he assured that it wasn’t a prank, and immediately it seemed like all of Hel’s worries about it being a prank just deflated.
Aw CandleJack. She made him upset too.
As Hel took another moment to reprocess the words that were just exchanged between them though, she found a whole surge of emotion taking the place of the worry she was feeling before. The ghoul’s hands shook as she tried to sort out these new thoughts and feelings, and she started to rapidly shake her head. “No! It’s not bad!” She nearly cried out, biting her lip as her brows furrowed. “It’s…it’s just…the best thing I could have hoped for!” The words just kind of came gushing out. She didn’t know what to do with herself now, and she had this feeling like Mot might flee at any moment, so both of her hands snapped out to grab onto one of his own as she continued to try and sort out the chaos that was herself at the moment.
Ack, moths in her tummy again!
“…If you had won, Mot.” Hel started, staring at his hand in hers, the words coming out a bit fast. “…I would have…confessed to you.”
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:00 pm
Mot flinched as her hands flew to hold his hand, stopping him from thinking of moving. His eyes widened at her words. The best she could have hoped for? His heart nearly imploded right then and there, tightening in his chest. He was happy. Surprised. Relieved.
Her next words...
His heart melted then, his mouth hung open. Him? Really? All that time he was sure she liked Roch or some mystery boil, but all that time.. it had been him? If he had been red before, Mot was practically glowing like a neon sign now.
Hel liked him.
The grim reaper grinned ear to ear, his gut hosting an extravagant gala for the fluttering moths that had taken residence within. So all that time they had been training to avoid confessing, and it had been for each other. Mot couldn't help but laugh, nervous laughter, happy laughter. "Me? Really?" He couldn't keep his eyes off her now. She felt the same way!
"That makes me so happy." He laughed at himself, feeling really cheesy. Light headed. He felt light headed. Was that the confession or the injuries? Bah! What did it matter?
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:20 pm
Hel couldn’t remember the last time her heart pounded like this, and between that and the moths fluttering, it was rather disorienting. One of the ghoul’s hands released Mot’s to press her palm over her chest, feeling the pounding underneath. As Mot let out his nervous, happy laughter, the valkyrie’s head snapped up then, and she stared back at him in return, blinking for a moment before giving a short laugh. Oh yeah, she was well aware of what just happened too. Oh irony. Such a terrible thing you were.
“Really.” Hel affirmed, giving a firm nod of her head as she smiled wider and squeezed his hand. The hand on her chest moved to rub the back of her neck a bit, and she didn’t bother hiding how red her cheeks were right now. “…It makes me really happy too.” And still in shock. Was that normal?
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:29 pm
As happy and wonderful as the moment was, something hit Mot just then. His brows furrowed, and his eyes met hers once more.
"So...wait." He said suddenly. "What.. happens now?"
Mot had no clue.
Not a one.
Should.. should they ask someone?
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:36 pm
Huh.
Good question.
Hel’s brows immediately went back to furrowing as she pondered this rather important question. “…Uh…” She started, but could offer up nothing right now. Actually, this made her wonder too! “…Ah…we’re….still friends…yes….but…uh...?” Were they more? The reaper sat there in silence, still holding onto Mot’s hand, and then decided that all this thinking was a bother and her head was starting to hurt from the rush of emotions it had received plush the thinking, so she leaned, and rested her head on his shoulder.
“….Well.” Hel started again after that. “…We still need to train! But…we’ll train together now.” That wasn’t going to change!
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:58 pm
Ah, she seemed as lost as he was. Still friends worked, for now. He really wasn't sure what else to do.
His heart beat a little faster as Hel leaned her head on his shoulder. A small and simple act, that somehow kept his blush on strong. He squeezed her hand back, shrugging at her suggestion with an amused smile. "Right. Lot's of training." If anything their fight had showed him he had so much further to go with his own training. "I don't know how we'll top the last bet."
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 5:13 am
Ａｃｔｕａｌｌy, secretly, part of her wondered if they were...boilfriend and ghoulfriend now...but she wasn`t going to bring it up...yet.
He wasn`t moving her, so Hel kept her head on his shoulder and his hand in hers. At his statement her lips quirked. "Oh, I have an idea." The reaper started. "If you win, I`ll wear dresses for a week. If I win, you have to a make the grab once a day for a week." Somone wasn`t giving up on that it seemed...
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 9:09 am
Mot smiled expectantly, waiting for this idea Hel had.
....He should have known it'd be that.
"Aaaaaah that still?" He asked with a waver in his voice, almost inching away from the ghoul on his shoulder. "You're relentless." He stared down at her with an uncomfortable expression for a long hile, then simply sighed defeatedly. "Fine FINE. I'll just have to make sure I win this time. I will see you in dresses again, little lady." He grinned at her devilishly.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 1:49 pm
"Hey, hey!" Hel started in her defense, "It is a rather motivating bet as well, I believe." The ghoul tilted her head to up at him, and couldn`t help but grin as well. "You better start training twice as hard as before then, Mot, or I`ll wipe the floor with you again and I won`t be wearing any dresses~"
The reaper fell silent for a moment before also piping up, "Hey...can we have a sleep over?"
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