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 Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:54 pm
"Why? What's there to be scared about? Afraid you're not going to do it right?" Mac sighed heavily, breaking his piercing stare just long enough to close his eyes tightly and pinch the bridge of his nose. He just couldn't understand Mot. There was nothing that even remotely made sense to him; when he was scared about intimacy, it had only been because he was afraid he was pushing Lizzy into something she didn't want. But that was the opposite of the problem here, it seemed.
"Did you ever tell Hel that? You're in a relationship, Mot. No matter what that little brat says, she's still a ghoul and she still needs to know that you actually want her. Right now? You're nothing more than a close friend." He lowered his hand with an annoyed sigh, his voice still hard
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 1:06 pm
"That is indeed a big part of it.." He relented nervously. "I have absolutely no experience. I had to spend a couple of weeks working up the courage just to kiss her for the first time."
Had he told her? He'd told Lizzy, but he couldn't remember if he straight out told Hel about his issue. Communication was key, and he'd done very little of it. Perhaps that is why they ofte got into spats.
Nothing more than a close friend. True enough, he had not been acting any differently since they had started to go out. "So basically what you're saying is; if I don't man up, I'll lose her?"
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 1:53 pm
"You're an idiot. If you over think it you're gonna flop like a floresce." Mac rolled his eyes, more ashamed of Mot now than he had been before. "It's not rocket science, Mot. It takes practice and nobody's good at it at first. You've just got to communicate and be honest and you'll know if you're doing something she doesn't like...and vice versa" At least with Lizzy, it was obvious when she didn't like something...because she usually ended up getting squeaky and teary.
"That's what I'm saying. I'm not saying go sleep with her right now. I'm just saying...be a man, and show you appreciate her. You know, actually hold her without a blanket between you." Yeah, Mot. He knew about the blanket. And he hated you for it. In fact, he glared at the cowboil in pure disappointment. "And don't take weeks for a simple kiss."
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 2:00 pm
Mot didn't care for Mac before. it was doubly so now. Not only did the cowboil feel humiliated, he felt he was being belittled less than advised. Why did he have to hear this from him anyway?
If only his parents had taken the time to give Mot the talk.
The blanket comment made Mot go pale, which with his complexion must have looked more like he went transparent. "She...told you.." And then he went red.
"Yeah.. I get it.."
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 3:19 pm
"In her defense, she was kind of delirious and in a lot of pain." Yes he was going to keep bringing that up until it got through Mot's head, and even then sometime after just to solidify it in there for him. "But yeah, she told me." Because she was in a lot of pain, he added mentally, at least sending the a lot of pain vibes Mot's way.
A lot of pain
"Do you, Mot?" Somehow, he didn't think Mot understood. It just didn't feel right. "She's my friend, and I'm not going to just stand by and watch her worry her guts out over my stupid cou---" BRAIN SAYS STOP. STOP, BRAIN. "cowbrained other friend." He finished lamely, though it was nonetheless true.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 3:25 pm
Mot winced again. Hel had been in a lot of pain, not only did he know that, Mac seemed to have a way of drilling that further and deeper into his mind. He kind of got the point. Like, a lot.
Stupid what? Even to the oblivious Mot, that seemed like a lame cover up for something. The downtrodden Grim Reaper couldn't help but raise a brow at the Psychopomp incredulously. "Like you're some angel of a friend, right?" He growled, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.
"You know I never hear about anything good you've done. So is all this glorious advice coming from bad experience, Mr. Oh Holier Than Thou?" Mot asked bitterly. "I get that I messed up. Badly. But I sure as Hell am done hearing about it from you."
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 3:38 pm
"Jack yeah, it most certainly is coming from bad experience." Mac snorted as Mot tried to turn the tables on him. "I know I'm a bad person and I know I'm a worse friend. I tried to dump Lizzy and make her hate me because I am very well aware of that little fact. I didn't deserve her, I don't deserve her, but she loves and believes in me and I'm the better man for it. You can't use it against me, Mot. I know what I am, and at least I've got the balls to admit it." Sometimes.
"But too bad, Princess. You're going to hear it from me because, despite what stupid little voice you've got in your head? You're not that badly messed up, but you're getting there. You'll be like me one day, if you're not careful." Mot wanted to play the folded arms game? Mac could play that very well. The shorter Reaper crossed his own arms over his chest, staring up fearlessly at the for-once ballsy thing in front of him.
"You've got a good ghoul, Mot. A stubborn-assed brat, but a good ghoul. Someone who cares about you and your little and imaginary problems. You're going to lose her if you keep this up, and then what'll happen? Hm? Will your world go all peachy keen, or will it plummet even faster than it is now?" His tone certainly suggested the latter.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 3:43 pm
"So what do you want me to say? What do you want me to do? Just stand here and let you tell me what for?" Mot snapped back, no longer just settling on being yelled at. He knew what he did wrong and he was done.
"I know I've got a good ghoul. A very good one. What did I do to show for it? I pussied out when she belittled me while she was hurt. I walked away and left her with her good for nothing sister. So sue me. I ******** up. Happy? Cause I'm not. Now get out of my face."
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 4:08 pm
Mac lowered his arms, but not before clapping his hands together as if brushing away dirt.
"Yup, I'm happy." He said simply, shrugging. "Because you're gonna go do something about it now~" It wasn't a question and it wasn't an order; it was the truth. Or so he hoped, anyway. Before he left though, he reached up to pat Mot's cheek, flashing a nearly wicked grin before leaving.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 4:40 pm
Mot flinched as Mac patted his cheek, his eyes narrowing down on the shorter reaper. He seriously wanted to deck the guy, but not now. No, Mac didn't deserve it in this situation.
But one day?
Bang Boom straight to the moon!
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