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Hel went silent as she stared at Mot, looking like she was processing what he was saying. Oh…a cloak! Like a Boogeyman cloak. Well, now that he mentioned it, it did look like one…

Huh.

“Oh! Alright then.” Hel responded amiably. “Ya…that is true…you need to believe in yourself…but ah…make sure you start doing things like a Boogeyman too, ya? If not, then you are nothing more than a human scareling wearing a costume on Halloween, ya know?” She grinned in what she hoped was a reassuring manner, lifted up his cloak, and then slid under it with him, pressing up against his side as she then pulled it down. “Oi! Instead of getting milkshakes at that one place, let us go get some hot chocolate!”

“That is the spirit, Mot!” Hel cheered. “You must do what you can, and build from there! There is nothing wrong with that.” No Mot, Hel was not a heat leech, and she was on the opposite end of the spectrum when it came to being Lizzy. First, Hel wasn’t cold skinned, and second, she actually radiated heat too.

“Ya, Ya. That is acceptable!” She replied. “Just something warm for our hands and our stomachs, that is all!” She hooked an arm around his thing waist and started to walk with him towards the shop.

Hel snorted, amused as she walked along with the grim. “Ha…not even school drama bothers me, Motty…I mean…aside from classes, I just have been doing my own thing.” The ghoul hummed a bit as they walked, trying to think if anything big had happened in the time she hadn’t seen Mot. Well…she was Titus’ pretend ghoulfriend for two weeks and two days but uh…that wasn’t something she felt that Mot needed to know.

So she didn’t bring it up.

“…Oh! Well…I uh…acquired some sail cloth…” More like a boat load, because Titus bought out the entire section in that fabric store. “So I am going to make some things out of it soon so that I can glide along the wind and from heights!” She informed him cheerfully. “What else…ah…! Acquired a new friend, her name is Belladonna and she is a witch…AND…” Hel leaned forward, grinning widely at Mot. “She has the most glorious bosom on campus—aside from mine, of course—and I buried my face in them! It was beautiful!” Hel seemed to get into a chatter mood now. “Also, my sister has finally started to pick up eating again! I am certain you have seen how broom like she was….like you! But she is slowly on her way towards getting healthy again…how about you?”

“No…not a glider…just…something I can fold and tuck away into my apron, and pull out when I need it. Carrying around a glider would be…a hassle.” Hel laughed. “But alright! I will call you out for the day I plan to jump off of the tallest tower of the reaper dorms!” The ghoul laughed even harder now. “Ya! I did! It was so warm and plush! She then buried her face in mine as well!” Hel was just all grins, and cackled softly as she listened to what Mot had to say about his time. “Ah…there is nothing wrong with that, Motty! I think it is good to take some time for yourself…” Hel had been doing that a lot, she thought.

“…Yanno…I think I was more outgoing when I first got here…but now I…I like being on my own…sometimes…more so than when I first got here.” The ghoul trailed off thoughtfully as they entered town, and she steered him to the shop. There seemed to be something else on her mind, and it had her a bit troubled, as she sounded distracted when she spoke next.

“Neh…Mot? Uh…” She pulled out from underneath his cloak, and hopped, skipped and jumped to the door. “…Um…you…would rather here something from me first…than to find out about it…from someone else or…from something else…uh…ya?” She glanced up at him, grinning a bit sheepishly as she pulled the door open and held it for him.

Hel chuckled, a bit uneasily. She could just…for see how Mot would respond now…but she’d rather he hear it from her, than to get mad or upset that she hadn’t say anything first. Yup.

“Uh…no…nothing is the matter…just…I think it is something I should tell you…after we get out drinks!” Hel blew past the reaper to the counter, where she took off her hat and shook it, seeds spilling onto the counter. “A hot chocolate and a coffee!” She hastily ordered, and pushed the seeds towards the barista before Mot could have any say in it. The ghoul then scooted down the counter to where their drinks would be served.

Oh, keep staring at her disapprovingly, Mot, it was about to get worse. Not that she cared that you were staring at her disapprovingly…but she expected it, and expected it to get worse. She took her large mug of hot chocolate when it came, and nudged Mot with an elbow on her way by him. The reaper then settled into a cozy booth in the corner and placed her cup down, following by her hat and her gloves and her large outer-tunic and then her quilted inner tunic.

“So…” Hrm. How did one tell someone that wasn’t a sibling this kind of thing? Well…it was Hel…and Hel really didn’t have any class so…why should that change now? “…So Mac and I are friends, ya? Well…he is also my ah…friend with benefits.” There. She said it. Hel lifted her mug and blew on it, and then realized something else, and added on. “It is not cheating either! Because he is not in a relationship, alright!? Just so you know!” She paused. “…Did you know?”

Hel was also waiting for that…reaction. Waiting.

Well…Hel was pleasantly surprised. This was a pretty tame and agreeable reaction, all things considered. Even despite Mot’s comically horrified face. What had her a bit annoyed though, was the tone he took with her at the end about being one of Lizzy’s closest friends. Her eyes narrowed and her brows furrowed, and she scrutinized the boil over the rim of her mug. Was that supposed to be mocking? “…Well good.” Hel replied with a drawl. “That is what close friends do after all.”

She took another sip of her hot chocolate, and at his words, Hel’s expression softened. Something about them got her thinking. What Hel also couldn’t help but think about though…was how much Mot and her had changed. In a way, the boil sitting across from her almost felt like…well…

A stranger.

“…How are you and I friends, Mot?” Hel finally asked, and her tone was not mocking or sneering, but genuinely curious. “…Him and I are not that different…so how is it that you and I are friends?”