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“Ya.” As Mot hunched over, Hel scooted once again, this time behind the reaper and just flopped her torso onto his back, and slung her arms over his shoulders and rested her head against his. “Ya…it will always be hard when it comes to matters of the heart.” She chuckled a bit. “Let us just be honest. It will hurt, and it does ******** suck…though the sooner it is done, the less hurt there will be…” She trailed off for a moment.

“Plus…if it was easy…I do not think it would be worth it.”

Don’t tell Hel she’s right too much…her head will get all inflated and stuff. Well…it probably would anyways…Oh well.

“Not a problem! Anytime for you, Mot, ha! Me keeping you focused…that is something…but eh, it is what friends are for!” She beamed, though he couldn’t see it. Plus, Mot was just as much a helper to her as she was to him, so…really. Oh…wait…this subject that now came up wasn’t exactly something Hel wanted to talk about.

“Oh…ya…” She blinked. Yikes, Mot hit the nail on the head with the ‘lonely’ statement, even if he was referring to himself at the time. “I would have been gone by now, but ah…my cottage is still being built and will not be ready for moving in until the end of the last October so…camping out in a tent with the colder Octobers settling in seemed stupid when I could just hang around here for a bit longer, ya?” She paused. “Lonely…you will not be lonely, Mot!” She encouraged. “You have a lot of friends and you are someone others like to gravitate towards!”

“YA! TRULY!” Hel cried. “Jeepers, Mot! Just because you disappear for a bit does not mean your friends stop caring, and if they do, they are a bunch of ******** assholes you do not need as friends then ANYWAYS!” Hel should remember that she was pretty much exclaiming loudly in Mot’s ear.

“Ah, it happens! Creeple fall of their paths, but the most important thing is that you get back to it…unless you are blazing a new trail for yourself, then by all means, leave your path! Ah, ya! The cottage I have wanted for a very long time…YA, OF COURSE!” She nudged Mot with a hand in his side. “You better come and visit me A LOT!” She paused. “Ya…maybe an apartment in Halloween Town…or maybe in a city where there are Boogeyman head quarters?” She offered.

“All the visits.” Hel affirmed with a serious nod, and a lighter nod once Mot said something about cities. Yeaaah…he was a city boil. Remembering how he was when she took him back to her home for Sif’s wedding also reaffirmed that. “…Huh?” She stopped musing just in time to catch the gist of what the boil was saying.

“Uh, okay!” She replied, blinking curiously, and started to feel excited at the thought that Mot made her some things. The ghoul slid off of the boil’s back and then leapt to her feet. She offered a dark hand to him. “Alright!”

The ghoul leapt across the hall after Mot and into his room, and easily noticed just how busy the boil had been. Woah. Yeah…she hadn’t been in Mot’s room in a while, and look at all the stuff he did! Holy crow! The ghoul skittered after the boil, right behind him, and then paused and waited, her lips pulling up into an excited smile as she waited.

Gosh, she was so excited! Words couldn’t express how much Hel loved hand made things from others, and what Mot handed her didn’t disappoint. No, actually, the items Mot handed her rendered the ghoul speechless and wiped the smile from her face. She stared down at the wooden raven in one hand, varnished with dark colors, and then at the shawl with its intricate embroidering that Mot was so damn good at…

She stared down at the items, before she finally lifted her eyed, wide eyed and her mouth hanging open.

Finally she regained the motor skills needed to speak.

“Mot…” Her voice sounded a bit choked up. “…I love them!” She then leapt at the reaper, throwing herself at him and latching onto him by throwing her arms around his neck. While still holding onto the items. It took mad skill. “Thank you so much!”

“No, spot on!” Hel cried, and then laughed. A shawl because she wore so little. Oh, Mot.

Actually, that reminded Hel…

The reaper let go of the boil and dropped back down onto the floor. “Wait right here!” She cried, as if the boil would suddenly up and go somewhere else. “I will be right back!” Hel dashed from the room and back across the hall, where she riffled underneath her bed after putting her new gifts carefully on top of her bed. After a few moments she came back, and had to cases in her hands, one larger than the other.

She grinned, and held the smaller of the two out. “Do not ask what spawned this, but I saw them, and decided you needed a pair…kinda fits with the ‘classy as ********’ boogeyman look too!” Inside that case was a pair of silver framed aviator sunglasses that were an orange gradient from dark to light. She then held out another case, bigger, and made out of sturdy leather.

“Figured you could use a better set, too.”

Inside that case was the best set of wood carving and engraving tools seeds could buy.

“You would not believe how many lap dances that equaled.”

Teasing, always.

Mot was smiling, and Hel was smiling too. Oh so amused at Mot…never immune to her joking…maybe because in a way he wouldn’t put it past her. Hehe. That was funny.

“Ya, ya! I am kidding!” The ghoul cried. “But!” Hel got a serious look on her face. “You will not believe that Mac said to me. He said that if I become a stripper he said he gets a percent of my earnings for emotional and grief compensation!” Hel pouted. “That would not be fair! I am the one doing all the work! He can not get a percent of my earnings for my hard work!”

Clearly, Mot, this was a serious concern.

Hel then laughed, and shook her head a bit.

“Okay, truthfully, I still have a bit of seeds left over from my dowry, even after paying for my cottage and my furniture! So I figured, hey, why not…since I had it!” She grinned.