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 Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:32 pm
"I'm going to beat the dead epony for a minute, here." Mac started, leaning forward again to rest his arms on his knees. "But why can't you? You're a pretty damn upstanding guy. I don't know how you do it, and Sweet Sally's Ghost it's annoying, but you're good at being the nice boil that everyone likes and wants to be, so... What's that wall up for?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:38 pm
He found his kindness annoying? How.. disheartening.
"I'm nice because I want people to like me." Mot admitted with a look of concern. "I'm afraid of doing or saying anything that would compromise that. Riyo said it best; most of what I say is over flattering. I don't lie, but I don't always say the whole truth either."
He lowered his head, his arms crossing over his chest. "To be honest I don't know what drew Hel to me. I got pretty damn lucky. I'm usually nothing more than a friend to ghouls. I mean, come on.." He opened his arms as if displaying himself. "I'm a walking stick. Most ghouls don't go for the skeleton physique."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 7:35 pm
"I've tried the being nice thing. It's exhausting. I don't know how you do it." Mac grumbled, for once being completely sincere. Prom had been exhausting, trying to be nice to Junko and Mitsu at the same time...crazy hard. "Depends on the situation, but sometimes that's not a bad thing~" He was an a** and said what he thought because he could, but there were a few times he used the don't tell the whole truth thing to soften the blow.
"Hey, some people like skeletons! That Detective tv show...that skeleton chick is always boning someone." Sadly? He meant it literally. But he chuckled regardless and shrugged. "Why not work out, since your physique bothers you?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 7:44 pm
"I guess its easier for some than others." Mot replied, trying to comprehend the fact what Mac said was almost like a compliment. He didn't realize being nice was so hard for the psychopomp. Just how much of an a** was he? He always thought being nice was a natural way to keep people close.
"I've tried before, like with Fitness Club and training with Hel. I don't know.. It just never clicked with me. I'm not built for it. It's probably genetic. I get all the bad traits from my dad." His appearance and sickly thin frame. Luckily he didn't inherit the crazy.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:04 pm
Genetics. Hah...haha...
"...Ooh that's probably not true." Mac chuckled, a strained sort of noise, when Mot wrote his physique off as being genetic. "Your Mom's side is built for it. I'm sure you got that gene in there somewhere." He nearly grumbled, rubbing his face for a moment. "Maybe you just need to push harder? Fitness Club looked like fun and games and let's face it, we both know Hel is distracting...So..." The Psychopomp trailed off, suddenly looking at Mot with an intense focus.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:08 pm
"What? What would you know about my Mom? You don't even know her." Mot said accusingly, raising a brow at Mac's arrogance. His mom was curvy, sure, but throughout his life he'd yet found a trait he shared with her.
"Well.. yes she is distracting." Mot admitted. Gentlemen and prude he may be, but Hel was a looker with an amazing body. Trying to make himself stronger didn't work when he was busy ogling a ghoul. "And besides, Fitness Club was usually guarded by that Christof dude, and he kind of scares me."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:18 pm
"I, uh, know your Uncle?" Mac cleared his throat, trying not to look too suspicious. "He - and his son - are pretty big dudes." He might have been tooting his own horn there, but it was true enough. Compared to Mot he was a bodybuilder, but next to Herryk he was, well, Mot.
"The Igor? Isn't he dating that little backward everything ghoul that hangs around Lizzy?" He made a face, shuddered for a moment, and continued on. "Dude, Bro, he's undead. Just show him a lighter and you're good to go." In the end it wasn't important, who this Christof was and how to get rid of him. It seemed that he had come to some sort of decision.
"You should come with me to the gym." By the tone of his voice? He wasn't making an offer to be refused.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:25 pm
"My uncle? I didn't know mom had a brother. She never talks about her family." Mot looked at Mac suspiciously. "Are you lying to me? You are, I know it. Did Lizzy send you here to butter me up or something?" Mot wasn't buying it anymore. A small moment passed and Mot gasped.
"I bet you lied about Hel calling my name too! Argh!" Mot clasped his hair in his hands, starting to turn a little red. To think he was fooled so easily! Did Mac get a kick out of seeing him play to his strings?
"Go to the gym with you? Why? So you can laugh at me getting crushed by the weights? I am not here for your entertainment!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:34 pm
"...Whaaat?" Whoa, where did this come from? Mac watched as Mot, who had been turning into a relatively decent boil in his eye, twist and turn and undo all the work that had been done. Including outing him out for a lie. Of course there was one thing he was right about...but he wasn't admitting it.
And, just like that, his attempts to be nice and treat Mot like a scared little fledgeling flew out the window.
"Dude, seriously? Do you know how many times Lizzy asked me to be nice to you? I never listen to her, because I hate you. I can't stand your pansy-a** face and your constant oh poor me bitching! Sitting here talking to you is physically agonizing. Nevermind how I feel about trying to help your ungrateful a**!" The Psychopomp sounded as disgusted as he felt, really not sugar-coating an ounce of it.
"Why would I lie about that, dumbass? Do you really think I'd lie about something so...euuugh." It was a lie, but it didn't stop him from shuddering; all he had to do was imagine it was true, and his body reacted as necessary. "Hey man, the gym worked for me and my old man, so it's bound to work for your scrawny a**!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:40 pm
Hah! Mot knew this whole turning a new leaf thing was fishy. Now Mot could see his true colours. The reaper's hands fell from his head and crossed over his arms, clutching his elbows tightly. "Then why help me? If not for Lizzy, then what could you possibly gain?"
"I don't care if it worked for you and your dad! How does that prove it would work on me!? And what makes you think I would trust you enough to help me train?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:47 pm
"Because everyone coddles you, and that won't help you get over whatever mental block you've got going in that pretty boy head of yours." A public service, at least. Thanks to the several issues with Mitsu he at least learned to be upfront with his helping attempts. They were cruel at best and apparently people thought he was being mean for the sake of being mean. "I don't get anything out of it, just an aweful lot of hate from people who like you and don't like me. You, however, will benefit greatly, if you'd, you know, stop being a whiny-a**." He shrugged as if it didn't matter because, frankly, it didn't. He didn't like the boil, but that didn't mean he wouldn't help...mostly because he could be cruel under the pretense of being helpful.
The next stupid words to tumble out of his stupid mouth got him an irritated stare.
"Wow, you're pretty stupid, aren't you? Mot, I've seen pictures of your Mom. Don't you see the family resemblance?" Mot's Mom was pretty much a dead ringer for his Dad...and he looked an aweful lot like his father.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:55 pm
"Coddles me? N-no they don't!" They so did. "And I am not whiny...." As he said that he caught his words and furrowed his brows, gaze cast quickly aside. He didn't like it, but a lot of what Mac was telling him was true. He'd never be able to face and destroy his mental blocks with someone holding his hand and telling him only what he wanted to hear. Mac was right.
"Family resemblance? I already told you, she looks nothing like me---"
And then it hit him.
The tanned skin, black eyes, brown curly hair and cruel disposition. They looked alike, almost acted alike, although his mother was a lot quieter and calmer. "Oh.. my.. Jack." A horrible and horrifying feeling welled up,, his expression going sour. "So when you said you knew my uncle.. and that... Ugh you're my cousin, aren't you?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 9:08 pm
"They do and you are, you know it." Mac was always right, Mot. You should learn that quickly. He was right even when he was wrong...unless Lizzy was involved. Right now? She was as far away as you could get. "Hel was the first person to not coddle you a lot, I think." As far as he saw, anyway; Hel wasn't the coddling type.
Watching the realization dawn on the cowboil was ridiculously amusing, so much so that he almost laughed. Almost. But the horrible feeling and sour expression was too similar to how he felt. "Give the boil a prize!" He chuckled out, another strained noise.
"But that's why I'm sure it'll work on you." It was belated, but it was an answer to his question. As he stared at the Grim, he focused on the expression as though unable to help it. "I'm about as happy about it as you are right now, by the way."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 9:15 pm
They did and he knew it.
"That's... true." He actually found that to be one of the things he liked about her. She was a lot more honest and blunt. Although since he was unused to it, it often hurt a bit.
Mot made a noise of disgust and writhed on the spot for a short moment. He wanted no prize for such a grim discovery. "Be that as it may, it still doesn't prove I can get stronger.. but.." He sighed and his posture slumped. "I'll give it a shot. If your offer still stands." He wasn't really sure this would make him feel any better about himself, but he had to try.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 9:28 pm
"No, that part's entirely up to you. Strength isn't just in body." To be honest he was surprised that Mot was taking him up on his offer. He expected to have to drag the other Reaper out kicking and screaming, but...apparently that was not the case. Interesting! Then again, they hadn't gotten down to anything yet. This was just the prelims.
"Of course it does. But you know..." The Reaper put his hands on his knees, pushing himself up to stand. "I'm not going to make it easy on you." He took slow, almost menacing steps towards his taller, thinner, more scared cousin. "and I'm not going to put up with your s**t. If you want to do this, you're doing it. You're not allowed to back out, or give up until you're happy with yourself. You can fight me all you want, you can mistrust me all you want, but I can at least promise you that I will always be brutally honest, whether you want to hear it or not." He was standing in front of him now, having to look up at him. But he held out his hand.
"Deal?"
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