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 Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 3:07 pm
“Mot, it is always about me.” She replied with a grin. “I am the reason the pumpkin sun rises and sets~” She just laughed now, knowing how completely untrue that was. “So because I want you to cut your hair, you will.” She rested her hands on her hips, and then had the nerve to look smug.
She hummed thoughtfully as he asked. Suggestions…suggestions…Hel came back over, leaning over the boil and pulled his hair out of the pony tail, letting it fall around his shoulders. Sliding the band onto her wrist, Hel just started to run her hands through it again, thinking. After a moment, she placed her hands around his shoulder level.
“I think to here…but I think you should do what I do! Have a lot of chucks that are longer than the others…some shorter…trim up your bangs…trim down some of this to frame your face…” She cupped his cheeks then, and then smooshed them, making him make a fish face.
“That is what I think!”
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 3:29 pm
Mot had to sigh, smiling regardless. Hel was a great gal when she was on your side, but boy was she cocky about many other things.
Mot stared at her strange eyes as she fiddled with his hair, not really minding the act but feeling kind of bad that another ghoul besides his ghoulfriend was this close. But it couldn't be helped. Mot had a LOT of female friends. Touchy female friends.
"Hair like yours?" Mot smirked, "Hel, now I can see just how in love with yourself you truly are." Mot grinned in a cheeky sort of way. "You wish me to look as you do?"
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 4:15 pm
“Well…not exactly like mine.” She amended with an eye rolled. “Mine is short, thick and choppy…while yours still needs to be that wispy willowy thing you got going…!” Duh, obviously. “Besides, I do not love myself.” She grinned, and clapped the boil on the shoulders with a hearty motion before she leapt back and spun on her heel, heading in the direction of town.
“Come on, Mot! I know a good place to get your hair cut!”
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 4:21 pm
"Jeepers Creepers..." Mot mumbled, scurrying to get his things together. Looked like he was getting that hair cut now. The reaper stuffed his work into his satchel, and jogged after Hel. While he moved he attempted to text Gene. Carhop Cavalier Text from Mot: Getting a hair cut! Hope you don't mind <3 ttyl Mot smirked, commenting on Hel's earlier description of his hair. "Well.. this is exciting! I didn't expect my day to consist of anything but idle fiddling."
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 4:43 pm
“Where did you get those peepers~” Hel sang, finishing the saying Mot started as she walked along, looking over at him as he seemed to be texting as well. “Ya! Wipsy and willowy…” She nudged his side with an elbow. “Why? Are you making fun of what I am saying? It is true.” She grinned. “Well, you are with me, Mot. It is never idle and just fiddling.”
She chuckled, before gesturing to his phone. “Who are you talking to?” Nosey.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 4:45 pm
Mot smiled innocently and pocketed his eyephone into one of his belt pouches. "Gene~." He sing-songed merrily. "Just letting her know where I am."
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 4:46 pm
“Genie.” Hel echoed. She then made a face. “…What…does she need to know what you are doing hourly?” Hel narrowed her eyes at Mot. “…Is she controlling you?”
She then smirked.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 4:51 pm
Mot laughed and shook his head, rubbing his neck with a bashful expression. "Well no.. I just.. A hair cut is a drastic change, and I thought she might want to know."
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 5:03 pm
“You are so cute.” Was Hel’s first teasing jest. “So thoughtful as well and—“ Here she paused, and her brows furrowed as she seemed to think about it. “…Heh. Actually, that is a rather considerate thing to do.” She hummed a bit softly, and laced her hands behind her neck as she walked along, before she suddenly stopped short and pointed.
“RIGHT HERE. We are here.” She announced. “This is where Mac and I got our hair cut!” She pointed determinedly at the barber shop.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 5:09 pm
Mot's bashful smile became a proud grin. Why yes, he was a thoughtful and considerate person! That's what he usually aimed to be, after all. It was nice to be acknowledged as such by Hel.
The reaper looked toward where Hel had pointed, "You and.. Mac both got cuts here then.." Mac's name left a bad taste in his mouth. He'd not paid any attention to his cousin's hair, so had little to say on it's quality. But if Hel said it was good, he would trust in that alone.
"Very well. Let us do this." Yes, he was going to cut off the hair! It wasn't as if he grew it out on purpose; he just sort of grew accustomed to its length as time went on.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 5:45 pm
She didn’t miss the hesitation when he said his cousin’s name, and just patted him on the back. “Yup!” She’d tell it like it is, after all. “Yes indeed!” She repeated, and grabbed the door, opening it.
She then shoved Mot right on it.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 5:52 pm
A short "eep" sound came from the grim as he was more or less shoved into the shop, a short glare made behind him at his offender. After lightly puffing his cheeks, he turned his attention to his surroundings as he strolled further in. It wasn't as if he'd never been to a hair dresser before, but it had been a long while. As such, he looked around almost entranced at the inside of the room they were in.
He seemed to pull himself out of his trance and headed to the receptionist desk. "Howdy! Um.. I'd like to get a hair cut," Obviously, "Are there any available appointments to be made?"
Hair cut! Squee~ Maybe he would make a remarkable impression on Gene. Would she love it? Hate it? He was banking on loving it.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 5:57 pm
Hel just grinned as Mot shot a glare at his shoulder, and she followed him to the reception desk where…
Hel sucked in air so harshly it was shattering. She immediately latched onto Mot, her fingers digging into his sides. “Do not let her cut your hair!” She hissed, indicating the receptionist, who happened to be a rather air headed reaper woman with giant a** shears. “She was the one who cut mine!” Well, Hel was by no means quiet, but it seemed that the receptionist didn’t even notice, and just smiled at Mot with a look that said she clearly wasn’t all there upstairs.
“Oh yes, of course ~” She then made a vague gesture off to her left.
“She may take you right now~”
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 6:00 pm
Mot flinched sharply, turning his head to the ghoul clinging to him. "If you don't like your hair, then why did you suggest I come here?" He whispered back harshly, suddenly feeling scared about all this.
His gaze shot back to the ghoul with the large sheers, soon flicking to where she had gestured. So... someone else? That was good right?
He gave Hel a curious look, as if looking for assurance.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 6:11 pm
Because Hel liked making bad decisions (i.e. Mac).
“I do like my hair!” Hel cried. “But the point was she did not even ask me how I wanted it, and she hacked all of it off! YOU REMEMBER HOW LONG IT WAS!” Luckily though, Mot seemed to get a different hair dresser, and to reassure him well…Hel was pushing him to the chair. “Ya go for it!” She cried.
Oh that Hel and her bi-polarness.
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