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 Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 7:53 pm
"THEN STOP BEING SUCH A JACKIN' LOUD b***h." Mac yelled back, licking his thumb to turn the page of his paper.
"And leave Mot alone, that boil has enough troubles as is, he doesn't need your stupid a** bothering him."
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 7:56 pm
Noooo Mac really was next door hearing all this! Worse day was worse!
Hel's near jab at her disgust of him and previous wish to bed him. Worse day WORSER!
The cherry on top... her final jab. At his thin frame, and her possible ability to split him in half merely by topping him during intercourse. Yep. Done. He'd turn himself in to become a living dissection experiment for the hunters to find out what makes Mot O'Boyle such a loser. "Hel, you're awful.." Mot moped, his face hidden by his lanky arms and a curtain of hair.
His head lifted, turning to the side as... Mac.. defended him?
But...
. . .
"Am I losing it or did he just defend me.."
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 8:05 pm
“YOU WERE NOT COMPLAINING LAST NIGHT YOU ******** p***k—Oh s**t.”
Hel slapped her hands over her mouth and stared down at Mot. Hey, hey. Give her some credit…SHE TOTALLY WASN’T MEANING TO FLAUNT HER AWESOME LOVE LIFE IN FRONT OF MOT. “Ya, I know I am awful.” She replied, kneeling now, resting her chin on her knees. She turned her head though, to shoot an odd look at Mac’s door once he did defend Mot though.
…
She looked back at Mot, and then reached out and slapped him.
“…Nah! I think we are really here!” She then scooted closer to Mot, so that she could finally lower her voice. “…But seriously, Mot…I did not mean what I said at Battle of the Bands…so do not let that weigh on your mind anymore, alright? I mean…it is just another thing that is part of a relationship that you work on and build with…someone you care about…? If Gene really loves you, and you really love her, it will be something you both work on together!”
…Trying to be encouraging and inspirational about this was weird.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 8:07 pm
Mac flipped off his side of the door.
Nobody would see it, but it made him feel better.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 8:13 pm
Hel stop flaunting. It stung. It stung deep.
Mot flinched after being slapped, rubbing the sore spot with a frown. Why did she slap him? So unfair... He heeded her words, albeit bitterly. He was less a curled up ball and more a disgruntled tall boil sitting on the ground rubbing his face.
"I suppose.." He murmured, sulking. He certainly didn't wish to blame Hel for all his intimacy troubles. That was mostly him being unconfident. "It is not as if it is so important right now. I'd much rather get to know her more first, anyway."
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 8:29 pm
Hel was half listening for another reply from Mac…so when she didn’t hear one, she figured he was probably flipping off his door or something. “YA. THAT IS WHAT I THOUGHT. YOU CAN ALSO SITCK THAT FINGER UP YOUR NOSE AND YOU SIT THERE AND READ YOUR STUPID PAPER!” Because she knew you, Mac. She then turned back to Mot. The ghoul nodded her head. “Ya! I can get that, Mot.” She smiled. “I mean…this is just another reason why you and me are so different, I know that now! You find more enjoyment in company…sitting and talking…so that stuff is not at the forefront of your mind…but hey, if it ever does happen…do not think about me, or what I said out of anger…because…ya. That would just be silly. Plus, Genie and I are completely different ghouls…so…definitely do not go into that situation with someone else in the back of your mind.” She patted his head. “Make sense?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 8:34 pm
Mot pretended the banter between the other two reapers wasn't happening, lest he admit to himself that Mac heard it all. He nodded softly, "Yes. It makes sense." Mot knew he was overly sensitive on the topic. On most topics, maybe. Another reason he and Hel mixed about as well as Oil on Water. If nothing else, their talks were interesting and deep.
"I'll not let your past words wound my confidence any further." Or try, anyway. "I forgive you."
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 10:41 am
Hel blinked as Mot said he forgave her, and stared at the boil for a long moment before she looked off to the side. “…Heh. You say that to me a lot…but this time Mot, I did not even say sorry yet, so you can not forgive me!” That being said, she turned her gaze back to the cowboil. “I am sorry I said that at Battle of the Bands. I truly am.”
She then reached out pat his arm. “I mean, you were not Mac…but that is because he is a man-whore.” She grinned, and then scooted even closer to the cowboil. “…But…just incase you and Genie get to that point—“ Hel then leeeeeeeeeaned and started to whisper something to Mot.
Very scandalous tips.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 11:16 am
Mot was about to retort, saying he can forgive her with no apology at all, but then she went and apologized anyway. Oh... well... Fine! He smiled anyway, rubbing his neck out of nervous habit.
Hearing Hel call Mac a manwhore made Mot snort, covering his mouth in an attempt not to laugh. As Hel scooched closer, Mot's brows furrowed. He leaned in as she came in close to whisper something.
What was she...
Oh...
Oh My! This was... this was appalling information! Completely scandalous! He should not be hearing such private details about---
. . . oh but..
this was rather useful..
So Mot sat there, uncomfortable and red in the face, but nodding once in a while in proof he was listening.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 11:23 am
Once she was finished, Hel leaned back and slapped a hand on the boil’s shoulder. “That is pretty universal…so you can not go wrong!” She then reached and pinched his cheek.
“It is so cute when you turn red.” She cooed, and then cackled. “Got any questions?”
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 11:28 am
Universal, huh? Mot nodded stiffly again, trying to get his head around all he'd learned from Hel. What were best friends for, right? His orange hue gaze squinted slightly as she pinched his cheek. Cute, huh? He had a feeling being cute wasn't really a desired quality in a man, but it wasn't something he was entirely able to control.
"Uhm.. no. No questions. You uh... seemed to cover.. just about everything.." Mot stammered, getting to his feet.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 11:43 am
In the ghost dorms, a certain Doppleganger was blushing a deep blue as she hurriedly closed a raunchy magazine targeted for sexually active teen ghouls. Could her body really do that....?! And Mot's?!?!
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 12:01 pm
Hel leapt up to her feet, and looked over at the boil. “Oh, and if you ever want to try out those things, yanno I am right across the hall.” Damn ******** straight she went there, making this face all the while too. It was Hel. Though she was absolutely not serious about it, she couldn’t help but be wrong.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 12:04 pm
Expecting Hel to be vulgar was one thing, but getting used to it was another entirely. Mot's jaw dropped, before he huffed and flicked Hel's forehead.
"Away with you, vile vixen." He said with some endearment, pushing her off toward the door.
ANd yes, his face was red again.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 12:42 pm
Hel just laughed when Mot’s jaw dropped and then he flicked her forehead. “I LOVE YOU, MOTTY ~” She sang, letting Mot push her out the door. “DO YOU NOT LOVE ME TOO~?” She saluted the boil though, and grinned, before she bounded a bit down the hall and opened Mac’s door:  “Oi.” She said to the psychopomp who was reading his paper. “Did you sit on a pile of sugar?” She paused for only a moment. “Because you have a pretty sweet a**.” She winked then, and waggled her fingers at the boil. “I now am off to go see a man about a horse.” She paused again, this time grinning. “But you see, it is funny because he is a horseman!” She then blew him a kiss and slammed his door shut, not even bothering to wait for a reply, before bounding down the hall and out the building.
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