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Mot grimaced. He'd much rather nothing happened soon. "Well, I'm sure you'll get your wish soon enough." Whether Mot wanted something to happen or not, being at Amity meant it would be sooner than later. He almost wanted to reprimand the demon for wishing such things, but he must not know better.

An otherwise normal task such as walking made Mot feel like a hero, puffing up as TG commented on his speed. "It's a gift." He got closer to the establishment, nodding to the two lovely witches before walking inside.

He kept TG on his shoulders for now. If the demon wanted down, he was sure he'd do it when he was ready.

And then he saw it. The menu. A temptation he wasn't sure he could resist. Coffee Eyescream. He'd sworn off it for a month now, determined to keep it that way for Hel's sake. His behavior when he had too much caffeine was.. deplorable. Well, as long as they had his black licorice eyescream he'd be okay.

Wow! He was getting treated? Well, colour him pleased! "Thanks a bunch!" While Mot didn't eat often, he did have a soft spot for some things once in a while. The last time he had eye scream was with Gene.

Mot didn't seem to mind as TG used his head as a table, elbow rest and generally made himself at home. "Wow, you sure have an appetite for eyescream." He mentioned with a chuckle at TG's big order. Apparently he was stocking up on the stuff.
He lifted his eyes as TG parted his bangs. "I'll just have a scoop of black licorice on a cone." Mot replied with a grin.

He honestly wasn't being cheap, he simply couldn't eat much. If he had the guts he'd have asked for a scareling sized cone.

"Ever thought about riding a bike?" Mot asked with a tilt of his head, though he thought better of it partway, since TG was still up there.

Hm.. or maybe a tricycle.

Big enough Mot may have been, but his appetite was tiny. Mot could see, however, that the little guy was buying him a pint regardless. He could, however, get something for Hel. She'd been through a lot, and he knew the ghoul could eat enough for both of them.

"A pint of black cherry, then." Mot answered, startled by the sudden loss of weight on his shoulders. He looked down to see TG awaiting his order... still wearing his hat. Mot smirked. "Don't get too attached to that, I do want it back before we part ways."

Did... did he say something wrong? Mot stared right back at TG as he stared at him so judgementally. Soon Mot's expression morphed from quizzical, to confused, to perhaps a little self conscience. Maybe the bike had been a silly idea?

Mot's attention was taken away as the demon interacted with the two witches. The poor dears seemed ready to pop out of their uniforms, and Mot briefly considered warning them.

Always a gentlemen.

He smiled once offered his eyescream, taking it and casting his eyes down at TG. "Motorcycle does sound fun." Mot said optimistically. "I've always wanted to try riding one."

He briefly imagined little TG on a pint sized motorcycle and had to turn away and try not to laugh.

"I don't know. I suppose you would have to ask." Mot chuckled. TG seemed to be a bit of a playboil, the way his priorities lay with how many ghouls he could pack into a car. Mot smiled nervously and shrugged. "Use a side car?"

The grim reaper looked to the counter where TG pointed, eyes settling on the bag of eyescream within. "Oh, of course." He readily agreed without a second thought, picking up the bag and following after TG.

Pack mule. A role Mot was normally never considered for.

Mot had to chuckle. This demon seemed very concerned with his image. Mot was no expert on ghouls, but he thought the good ones wouldn't care what 'ride' you had. But then again, he once again supposed TG was not so interested in a meaningful relationship.

He was after the... floozies, as they say.

"Aha.. a double date, huh?" Mot smiled nervously again. He wasn't sure how comfortable he would be on a group date. Or in this case a really big 'group' date.

Mot stopped and sat with TG on the bench, setting the bag of pints beside him. It was a lovely day to be eating eyescream on a bench. He was starting to get used to his little poofing trick. It was kind of like what Shun could do. Mot was a little envious of them both, as he could only poof in place a moment before popping back into form. These other guys coud travel!

"Handy little trick you have."

"Cold?" Mot laughed. Must be a demon of the hot environment variety. "I can't imagine how tough it must have been for you during Christmastival." He wasn't sure about the rest of Halloween, but Amity had gotten itself trapped in a freezing cold snow globe. Not a fun memory. He'd worn a ghoul's coat to keep warm. Mind you it was Riyo's coat, but still. She was a ghoul.

"Tricks...? Well, just basic reaper stuff." Mot said with a tilt of his head. He was as common a reaper as they came. Still, he rested his eyescream cone between his knees and held out both hands. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned his dual Smith and Wesson pistols. "There's that." He said a little proudly. He dismissed the firearms and then simply poofed in a wispy black smoke. After a short moment he reformed, holding his eyescream in hand once more.

"Like I said, very basic reaper stuff. There isn't much about me that's special, per say." No wings like Freya, no split skin tones like Hel, no shadow teleporting like Shun or TG. Then again, Mot wasn't so sure he wanted to be too different from anyone else. His wardrobe alone was enough to catch attention.

"Aah.. that wasn't a sale." Mot interrupted with a weak smile. "Amityville had gotten captured inside a snow globe. I happened to b inside it at the time."

"Oh no! Not snow!" Mot teased with a grin.

"Yeah, it comes in handy when avoiding hits. But I'm still getting used to it, so I often forget I have the ability." He'd only gotten it recently, after he became a Knob. He didn't even realize he could do it till someone told him he had.