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Woah, Mot, woah. Stop it. Stop, you were not the real Mot. OTHER MOT! Hel wanted to ask this wise Other Mot questions though, so he could stay for now…BUT THIS INFORMATION WAS CONTRADICTING WHAT GRAMPS SAID!

If Hel were to panic, she might start now.

“What am I teaching him by letting him be on his own?” She asked, her arms in the air as Mot shook her still. “Uh…Yanno…I do not know, why I am carrying them still…”

Hel’s arms fell to the side as Mot let her go, and she just stared at the grim, and it was clear that her mind was working really hard right now. Hel’s fingers twitched repeatedly, and her arms slowly rose until she was cupping and clawing at her cheeks and smooshing her own face around. Her eyes went wide and well…the ghoul almost looked like she was on the verge of literally exploding. She wasn’t exactly sure if Mot was right, but in a way, his words seemed to strike a cord, and in some way, they kind of did make sense. Then she couldn’t help but think of what Junko said on Critter. How some boils didn’t like ghouls who threw it out like candy on Halloween.

So Hel was standing there, twitching like a mad woman and rubbing her own hands all over her own face, while Mot was a good Samaritan and cleaned up the pieces of her old phone.

Hel came to a conclusion.

“I AM GOING TO BE ALONE FIVE-EVER!” She wailed.

“But MOOOOOT!” Hel wailed. “If I can not keep Mac than--FREYA…she is getting married like NOW— Mac gets me when he is not being a RAGING a*****e –
You dumped me around a year ago—what if no one ever loves me because——He could be the one--What if he does not care if I leave him alone!?—I mean, Gramps said I can live with him if I am still alone after three years but—I really love him! It is different than before and—I am really hungry too, can we get something to eat after we get the phone?“

Hel’s arms flopped to her side and she just stared at Mot.

That was what happened when too many thoughts tried getting out at once.

“But it is just not fair, Mot!” Hel cried, balling up her fists. “Freya never wanted marriage! She used to belittle and trash it and rub it in my face every chance she got! She never wanted to settle, and I wanted it and I wanted to settle, and now she has it all! How is that fair…?”

The ghoul fell silent though as she listened to Mot, Jack bless his heart, he was a really great friend now, addressing her all the concerns she spluttered off because she was frustrated. Each and every word though, was like adding a weight to her shoulders, and the more Mot said, the more her shoulders sagged as she stared at the ground. She was thinking about everything he said, but in the end….she didn’t acknowledge any of it…but she heard it.

Instead, Hel’s head snapped back up, and she reached out and grabbed Mot’s hand, before she took off towards the phone store, with the cowboil in tow. “Let us go before I am curled up in pumpkin fetal position!”

That was when, thankfully, Hel bust in through the doors of the store with Mot, and was quickly zeroed in on by a sale’s associate. As the sale’s associate asked what they could be helped with today, Hel just said. “I want a new phone. Like his.” She then pointed and stared at Mot, who she was clearly expecting to take over from here on, even though it was her phone.

Not what she wanted to hear, Mot, not what she wanted to hear. That was a pretty kick a** analogy though!

Honestly, Hel wasn’t even paying attention to even half the stuff that was being said once they were in the store. She sat at the table with Mot and the sales associate with her head in her hand, looking bored. At times she drooled, at times she may have been picking her nose, and when a question was asked she re-directed it to Mot and would give a ‘ya whatever’ when asked a question that needed an answer. Mot would handle this. She’d reap the benefits of his nerding.

Since she more or less destroyed her old phone, and was getting her own plan anyways, she had to get a new number and oh…oh s**t, the few contacts she had…oh…well…she’d have to go ask again.

After all that, Hel walked out of the store with her brand spanking new eyePhone in hand, staring at it as if it was the red-headed step child of JOY. Luckily, too, she had made sure to get the best case out for it.

Death proof.

“…Well…” She started, “I look at the bright side…since this was so ******** expensive, that will hopefully be a good incentive to actually keep track of it and take care of it.”

Hel sighed. She still wasn’t very convinced that having all these things on the phone was a good thing…but since she had no plans to buy a computer or laptop at all…this was probably a good thing. She glanced at the boil out of the corner of her eyes, and sighed again before she handed off her phone to him.

Taking it back, she looked down at it and made it a face. “….How did you do that? What is this screen?” Oh yes…there started all the questions. “…I feel like a dog right now.” She then stuck her tongue out at him. “Pandora!” She cried. “That little bistro place, you know what I am talking about, ya?”

Hel looked dubious and doubtful about this assurance. Well…because she knew herself. Regardless she followed along with Mot, and slid into the seat across the reaper once they reached the place. She didn’t even bother looking at the menu because she knew what she wanted, and instead leaned across the table to see what the cowboil was doing.

“…What are you doing? What does that have to do with the phone?” She looked back at said phone and squinted. The reaper pushed the home button and stared at the bottom. Slide to unlock…

Hel slid her phone across the table, and then checked it.

…

“MOT!” She cried. “I slid it and it did not unlock! It is broken, we need to take it back.”