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Stay this way? Oh, was Lizzy worried Mot would be a stuffy and pompous jerk? Mot smirked and shook his head. "Don't worry, Lizzy. It's my dream to be the coolest badass reaper in Halloween. I won't let myself be a stuck up jerk." That just wasn't cool. He wanted to be a rugged cowboil, reaping souls and gathering fear!

"My mother.." Mot smiled wryly, rubbing his neck. "She is.. well.." Just then, his eye phone began playing a western medley ring tone. He paused, looking to Lizzy apologetically. "Ah... one moment." He took the phone from it's case on his belt and answered, neglecting to look at the name of the caller. "Hello?"

"Mot Finnegan O'Boyle--" Came a sharp, very displeased voice from the other end of the phone. "Where are you, and why are you not here?" The stern, female voice continued.

"...." Mot looked pale. Paler than his already sickly pale complexion usually was. "Mother~." He looked nervous, but his voice suggested he was playing innocent. "To hear your sweet voice again fills me with fluffy warmth."

"As fluffy as a blowfish, I imagine." There was a very unamused snort before the woman continued. "Oh my honest, trustworthy and responsible son." The voice said as mockingly sweet as was vocally possible. "I am not going to ask you again, where are you, and why are you not here?"

Oh Jack. He was in trouble. Not only did he avoid going home, he never told his Mother he would not be coming home. A lie. He needed a lie. "Ooooh right! I apologize, Mother. You see I am on the train right now! But it seems I took the wrong one! A terrible lapse in judgment, really. Silly me~ Looks like I'll have to spend the summer at my friend's house. It seems she is taking this train as well."

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"See, my dear child, my only son, perhaps you were not aware, but trains run in both directions all break long." Mother dearest was seething, and her aside from a mild grit and sarcasm to her voice, she had yet to raise her voice. She knew he was lying to her, that much was obvious. "You realize your Father is actually going to be upstairs this month." On came the guilt trips.

Oh Jack! She was mad. She was reaaaaally mad! He knew his mother was always strict and stern, but when she got this way? Oh Jack.. She was even laying on the guilt trip. Mot gritted his teeth. His dad didn't even have the curtesy to be around more often. Always thinking he needed to be met with open arms after a month of burying himself in his work. b*****d.
Still, he needed to get out of this... how...

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"Oh gee, Mother dearest. I'd love to! But you see, this train is about to crash. A shame really. I so was looking forward to meeting with Father and yourself again. Oh dear! Here it comes! The horror!!! BANG! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRSHSHRKWIGH AAAAAH IT BURNS IT BURRRRNS----Bye Mummy, I love you~<3"

And then he hung up.

There was surprised silence as the apparent crash started, but just before Mot hung up, he would likely hear something to the tune of "You ungreatful little b----I SHOULD HAVE SMASHED YOUR PUMPKIN"

It was a pity most of it was lost during the horrific accident.

Mot slipped the phone into its holder, a short glance cast to Lizzy for a moment. "She knows the truth. Rather than repeat myself I prefer to make it interesting for her." He smirked a bit, but it seemed empty. "Don't worry about it."

He slipped his thumbs into his belt loops, intent on carrying on like the phone call had not happened at all. "Are we almost at there?" They were taking public transit, weren't they?

Mot laughed and ran after Lizzy. Looks like they had a carriage to catch!

It didn't take much for a pink haired ghoul to be noticed, and the driver stopped. Mot waited for Lizzy to get in before stepping inside as well. "Not a very busy town. Or maybe I'm just used to the city."

"I wouldn't mind taking you for a day." Mot offered. "After school starts up again. Just don't ask to see my home." His mother would see him.
Mot shuddered.

Mot stared out at the passing scenery, His eyes squinting. Was the world always so bright? Without his hat, it seemed that way. It also seemed like a nice place to live in though, as far as he could tell. What did he know about the suburbs?

"Promise." Mot assured her with a thumbs up.

Mot smiled sheepishly and leaned his elbows on his knees. "I dislike going home, yes." He didn't mean to have Lizzy think he had permission. In his mind, his parents had no say in how he spent his time.

"When I go home, I'm basically under house arrest. I don't get to do anything I like, go anywhere I want. Did you know my mother barred my windows for sneaking out at night? She wouldn't have had to do that if she at least let me out once in a while." He didn't really like saying any of this. Why b***h and complain to Lizzy? It wasn't her fault his home life was suffocating.
"That's why I taunt her like that. She wants to control everything I do, and think. If she thinks she can control my mouth, she has another thing coming."

Mot paused at her last question, shrugging. "No. I won't go back willingly."

Mot turned his head to Lizzy as she seemed apologetic. He smiled and shook his head. "I don't have any secrets. I don't mind divulging if you care to listen." Just because the conversation was not pleasant, did not mean he would avoid it altogether.

"My father is a nutcase." He said plainly, quirking a brow. "He stays in the basement for months at a time, working on experiments. When he does come up for his scheduled visits, he expects us to sit there and listen to him prattle on about his work as if its his right to do so, like we're supposed to give a damn." He leaned back with a huff. "I mean really. Don't you think thats selfish? It's his own fault for hiding away that I don't care about his stupid work. I refuse to bow down to a man who won't even visit me regardless of his self imposed schedule. Is my own ambitions mere penny candy in comparison to his grand life's work?"

The reaper looked snarky...icy, but paused, sighed, and ruffled his hair. "Sorry, I don't mean to be complaining to you. Don't get me wrong. I love my family. But..." He made a face, looking conflicted. "I don't know.."

Well, at least Lizzy agreed with him. Mot brought this up to his mother in a heated argument once, and it ended badly.

Mot relented to being used as a lap dog of sorts, having his hair petted while Lizzy spoke of her own home life. He felt badly for her, and shamed of himself. He had been complaining of too much attention from one parent, and here poor Lizzy only had half of the family she wanted.

He was then thrown for a complete loop at what Lizzy said to him after that. Lucky for Lizzy, or unlucky, his expression was not hidden behind a hat. He was absolutely touched, and horribly humbled by her words. He honestly did not feel worthy of them. What had he done right to make such a kind friend?
The reaper could not hide a deep blush, his eyes averting her gaze as he rubbed his neck. "Th...thank you.. I'm not sure I deserve their attention, but thank you." He had been a not so forgiving son, after all. He gave them nothing but trouble, though he often felt it was his right to be a complete a** to them. He loved them, just not so much their attempt at parenting.

He managed to look back to her again after gathering a bit of courage. "Is there a grade above A+? You'd rank much higher than me any day."

Well, one could only hope Lizzy's optimism had some truth in it. However, Mot was in no hurry to make amends with his family. If he could help it, he would not go back any time soon.

Amnity was his new home, as far as he was concerned. He had brought with him everything he felt he needed, so that he would not have to go back home for anything. He cheered at Lizzy's comment. Perhaps being out of the single child club was best.

Was he younger or older? "16. I won't be 17 for a while." He answered with a smirk. "But I'm taller. So Big Brother makes sense." Unless she was set on calling him little brother.

Mot smiled and returned the hug, deciding to be a brat and sway her side to side energetically.