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This was just getting ridiculous.

"Oh come on, you two can not stand there and tell me you wouldn't be mad or pissed off if your pet got attacked." Black eyes darted from one boil to the other; geez, if Mot was going to turn on him, he shouldn't have stuck his neck out for the Reaper. Well, at least he learned something; don't stick up for people.

"If this ghoul is as timid as you say, maybe all I'd need to do was frown at her to make her wail like a jack-damned banshee. I don't recall <******** flipping out on her." He used air quotes to emphasize Shun's words, not his. While Mac was also not yelling, his voice was edged with anger. "I was beside the Reaper dorms, Whip was eating something on the ground, he tried to get to me when I called him, but..." Mac visibly flinched, his stomach twisting at the memory. Whip really was the most important creature in his life, this was not a good memory for him.

"Sure bro, next time a complete stranger's pet wounds something extremely important to me, I'll stop and ask them if they're nice or timid or have self esteem issues first." The sarcasm was dripping with every word; how could they seriously stand there and reprimand him for caring for something?

Assholes.

"I've never met the ghoul, I don't know who the ******** she is, and I frankly don't give two shits if she's got self esteem issues. Her pet hurt mine, the pet is hers, she is responsible. Just like I would be responsible if one of mine hurt someone else's. If you want to try and hit me for looking out for what's mine, then by all means, prove you're a heartless a*****e."

"Yeah and I'm looking out for what's mine too. I'm just looking out for someone I actually care about. Hell, maybe the only person I care about. A person. Not a pet," he hissed venomously, "And as far as I'm aware. You hurt her. You are responsible."

Shun had actually stopped struggling at that point as he was twisting Mac's argument. If someone had hurt Bent-Tail, he'd be pissed too, but that wasn't the point here. He wasn't really entirely certain what he'd do if it came down to that anyway.

That aside, he was realizing how weird it was of him to get so damn riled up for the sake of another. Was this really another thing that came with friendship?

Shun was no longer struggling, and Mot assumed that meant he had given up on hitting Mac. For now, at least. And all though Mac seemed to calm down as far as a flaring temper was concerned, he now dipped into a brat like demeanor. "Come on, Mac. That isn't fair." Just because Shun was fighting for someone he cared about was no reason to let Mitsu feel the way she did. "I bet Mitsu feels really bad. At least let her know Whip is doing well?" Then again, Mot was not so sure he wanted an angry Mac meeting with her. "When... you feel up to it."

For a brief moment, he compared himself to the two boils. One was quick to hit, the other sneering and stubborn. Was Mot strange for wanting to settle things calmly and nicely? Did that make him less of a man? Men got into bar fights and resolved fights with yelling or punches.
Then again, Mot just liked to settle things his own way. Still, he felt somewhat inferior throughout the whole ordeal.

Mot then relented, letting go of Shun and stepping back.

"I am not going until this fades." He told them both, pointing to the cause of his massive headache which, surprisingly, was not Shun himself. "So I'll go on my own accord, and not because some a** was too quick to punch." He was not going to run to the ghoul with his tail between his legs, thank you very much. Let her stew in the fear of what could befall the feline; all that extra worry would be all on Shun, not him.

"I owe you one, though." He informed the slightly shorter Reaper; he didn't think getting punched was just payback; that was payback with change to spare. Luckily, Mac had enough of violence today; he could wait.

Glancing towards Mot for a moment, Shun turned his attention to Mac, staring at him hard for awhile.

"Anytime," he murmured lowly. It was all he had to say and it was all he would. He had no qualms about duking it out with the other Reaper. It was a pity the gym was closed down and he had no pass. Else he could try to really take it out on the other guy.

As far as he stood, it was kind of the only way he knew how to settle things. His punishments were always physical. This was nothing new to him.

Feeling that he was done here, he brushed past Mac without another word, to head back to Mitsu's place like he had promised.

Mot flinched when Mac raised a hand, only to feel silly since all he got was a couple of pats to the shoulder. Right. No one needed to hit him. Right. The grim reaper, nodded with a grimace at Mac's apology, watching as he left his room.

That mess of a situation was done and over with. Mot shut his door and heaved a sigh. For now, the long legged reaper had a few lingering worries; Mitsu's well being, and having acted like a wimp. He was not fearless and strong like Mac and Shun. No one would ever back away in fear from him. Mot would be the one to cower and hide.

He left himself alone with those thoughts all night.