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 Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 5:40 pm
"I don't mind. Why would I?" Mot answered easily. He smiled and ruffled her still damp hair a bit before moving toward the other end of the room to clear a spot for them at the table.
His own homework was up to date, as usual. "I'll just be reading; if you want my help, just ask."
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 6:07 pm
“…I dunno’…” Hel murmured with a small shrug, but perked up once Mot consented and then started to move towards the table. “Ah…alright, thank you.” She made a small face as her already disheveled hair was mussed further, and immediately whipped out her brush and started to vigorously tame it. Once she was done, she shoved it back into her bag and made her way over to the table.
Hel rested the bag on its wooden surface, opened it, and reached in to start pulling her notebooks and books out. It was then as well, that from between those items…quite a few magazines about romance spilled out, and across the table’s surface. It really wasn’t her day today. The reaper’s eyes widened and she immediately dropped her notebooks and books, and nearly threw herself on the table to try collecting the items with her arms flailing.
Couldn’t let Mot see!
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 6:52 pm
But Mot did see.
His brows raised at the clatter, gaze fixated on something he didn't imagine to see in Hel's bag. Fighting manuals? Sure. But Teen Scream? Uh, no. Did not see that one coming.
"Oh.. I didn't peg you as the sort to like those kinds of magazines." Mot said curiously. She sure seem embarrassed abut it. It was kind of adorable.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 7:01 pm
Hel squeaked as she collected them all and immediately stuffed them into her bag, her cheeks red. “They’re not mine!” She quickly protested. “…I….uh….I’m holding them for Freya!” Freya…always the best scapegoat.
The reaper pushed her bag off of the table and then kicked it under her chair. She gathered her notebooks and books then and promptly took a seat, feeling and looking flustered. She dug out some pens from her apron, and once she had them, she fished out some papers, one containing an essay she started.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 8:56 am
That.. excuse... sounded...
plausible! C:
"Oh... Okay~." Mot said with a shrug, sitting down again and opening his book. It appeared to be some kind of memoir of some long past Reaper hero.
Yep. He didn't seem to question her on the mags.
Still, as soon as Hel started to work, he peeked. He knew Hel's handwriting, and it dawned on him that if she was writing an essay... would it be legi----
Oh Sweet Sally, what was that chicken scratch?!
"Uhm.." Mot began, tapping his fingers on his book. "Did.. you want any help?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 9:10 am
And this was why Hel thought she was awesome at covering up. Mot believed her, ha! With that topic safely dismissed for now, she focused on her essay, taking note of the book he was reading. Ew, Mot was reading a book. Gross. A biography none the less? Hmmm.
The reaper looked over what she had written so far, and was about to pick up where she left off when she heard Mot question her. The ghoul looked up, drumming her fingers on the table top. “Uh…no? I am alright right now, but if I need help I will ask!” She bowed her head then, and resumed writing.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 9:23 am
No.. no Hel you do need help!.
Mot couldn't pry his eyes away from her writing. Her letters looked like things they did not represent! Was that a T? Or an L? What was that word? Was Mot the only one who couldn't read this ghoul's writing?
Mot shook his head and focused on his book. Leave it be! She said she didn't need help.
Tik..tik...tik....
Mot couldn't focus. He couldn't sit idly by while Hel wrote her way to doom!
"Hel!" Mot dropped his book, leaning over the table and taking both her hand sinto his, his head bowed low.
"Please let me teach you how to write neatly!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 9:38 am
Hel was rather unaware of Mot’s plight, as she just kept writing away on her essay. She paused here and there, chewing on the end of the pen thoughtfully before she wrote more. The ghoul started a bit as Mot suddenly called out her name and dropped his book, and she looked up at him, only to have her hand grasped.
Her cheeks tinted pink at this sudden, bold action, and the moths were about to have a nice ol’ time until it came to a screeching halt at his words. He…wanted to help her write neatly…? Hel looked flabbergasted as she looked down at her essay, and then back at him. “What? I write just fine, Mot!”
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 9:41 am
Thud.
That was the sound of Mot's forehead meeting the table.
Thud.
That was the sound of Mot's forehead hitting the table again.
...Thud.
You get the idea.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 9:46 am
Hel just stared at Mot like he had grown an extra head, which wasn’t too uncommon in Halloween, unless you were a reaper, which he was.
The ghoul scowled loudly, feeling offended now and she tore her hand out of his grasp. He only held her hand because of her writing?! “I can read it!” She protested oh so helpfully. “My sisters can read it, and my mother and my father too!” She didn’t seem to realize that that wasn’t a helpful point, as they were her family. “Hey wait…!” Hel had another point to her case. “I got accepted here, didn’t I!?” That meant they could read her application!
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 10:19 am
Mot was glad Hel realized the point before he had to say something. Or maybe she didn't. Either or.
His face remained planted to the table, a groan escaping his throat. "You sure did Hel. You sure did. But remember, they have to read applications of a lot of different students. Bad handwriting is doubtfully a roadblock to getting an education."
The reaper lifted his head enough to rest his chin on the table, giving Hel the most pathetic pair of puppy eyes he could muster.
"The fact of the matter is I can't read it." And that bothered him, apparently.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 10:35 am
“…B…bad handwriting!?”
Hel slammed a fist on the table. “I do not have bad handwriting, Mot O’Boyle!” Someone was taking a nice swim in the river of De Nial, and someone was rather upset too. Her writing was just fine! R…right?
The ghoul looked a bit taken aback though as Mot gave her puppy dog eyes, and some of her anger deflated a bit, possibly to be replaced by uncertainty. “…W…well maybe you should work on trying to read it, then! Practice makes perfect, ya?” She shot back.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 10:41 am
Oh.
Oh Mot had an idea.
"Are you saying... Hel Byrnhyldr refuses to better herself?| Mot asked with an incredulous brow raised. "Shying away from a challenge?" The reaper sighed, "How unbecoming of a warrior."
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 10:56 am
Oh that Mot. He was learning how to pull her strings.
Hel stiffened immediately as soon as the words came out of his mouth. She leveled her shoulders and puffed out her chest. “I didn’t say that at all!” She cried. “I never shy away from a challenge!” She slammed her fist on the table again, failing to realize she was being manipulated with words. “I am a warrior! A true warrior!”
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 11:03 am
Like putty in his hands. Though this putty was making Mot nervous, yet glad his table was sturdy enough under her slamming fists.
Mot shrugged, chin still resting on the table. "Well, a true warrior will recognize and admit their weaknesses, to improve them so they no longer remain a weakness." Mot lifted his gaze, a sturdy gaze without falter.
"Hel. Writing is your weakness. Denying it is a cowardly way of avoiding improvement."
Dance puppet.
Dance.
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