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 Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 3:41 pm
Hel was fidgeting in her stool once more, as she wanted to see Mot write more, and it seemed like he was getting stuck.
“Um…” The reaper hummed thoughtfully, still staring at the paper. Maybe if she stared long enough, more of Mot’s writing would magically appear! Wishful thinking that was! “Uh…” Hel tried to pull herself away from the paper for a moment and looked back up at him. “…This is something that really only you can answer, friend…are…there other things you want to improve on? Now…it is okay to look at others, and see what they do that you would like to try on your own…”
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 4:58 pm
Hel was acting weird. Really weird. Maybe he had hurt her feelings after all? Mot frowned, and looked the paper over.
"Did.. did I upset you? You can write again if you want to." Mot looked almost guilty as he moved to hand back the pad and pen.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 5:50 pm
“…Huh?” Hel murmured, back to staring at the paper. Jack dammit, Mot, start writing some more!
At this point, when what was finally happening clicked, Hel couldn’t stop him fast enough. “NO!” She nearly shouted, her hands snapping out to rest on both of his own to stop him from pushing the pen and paper to her. Using her grip on his hands, she had him keep the pen and pad, and even pushed the items back towards him. “No…uh…” Hel grinned sheepishly, totally acting like she didn’t have an outburst just then. “You…you keep writing! It’s important that you can read them, friend…” She uttered good naturedly, using the logic he used on her earlier.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 6:36 pm
Mot's expression was that of shock at Hel's sudden outburst, or it would be if half his face weren't hidden. Gingerly he pulled his hands back as he was urged to, settling them back on the table. "O..okay.."
Mot hummed to himself, tapping the end of the pen on the notepad as he pondered more things he should change about himself. Again, it was taking him a long time. His free hand moved to his cheek as he leaned his head against his palm. Why did this have to be so hard?
Be brave..
Face fears..
What else?
Mot was starting to get rather frustrated now, tapping the pen more rapidly the more he thought. Finally, he broke. He faceplanted on the counter with a frustrated huff, his arms out in front of him and his hat nearly pushed off of his head. "UGH I DON'T KNOOOOW!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 6:53 pm
Hel was now staring anxiously at the paper, waiting for him to keep on writing.
Her foot tapping against the stool bar in time with the pen tapping on the notepad, and the more time went on, the fast her foot tapped, keeping in rhythm with the pen. Come on, she wanted to see more of his writing! Apparently that wouldn’t be the case though, as after a bit more time, Hel’s view of the paper was suddenly replaced with the top of Mot’s nearly hatless head, and she was snapped out of her handwriting daze at his frustrated cry. The valkyrie sat up straighter, staring down at the reaper and blinked. “Uh…” A fair hand reached out to pat him reassuringly on the head. “…It’s alright friend you uh…did good for now!” Damn. This probably meant no more writing tonight! “Being braver and facing your fears are very good goals to focus on.”
Oh hey…his hair was really soft!
“…Hey Mot…may I play with your hair?” It was totally to help relieve Mot’s frustration, not because she suddenly had the desire to. She found it very relaxing whenever Freya would style her hair! That’s it….strictly for relaxation purposes…
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 7:06 pm
Mot managed a muffled groan to reply to Hel's reassuring words and head pats. It was less a disgruntled groan and more of a way to replace saying words back.
However, Hel's request deserved a better response. There was a pause. Mot wasn't really sure if he heard her right. She asked to play with his hair, right?
He tried to come up with a reason to say no.
. . .
"Yeah whatever." Was his muffled response back.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 7:29 pm
The valkyrie silently pumped a fist into the air when Mot more or less consented, and hopped off of her stool and moved around until she was standing behind the cowboil. Hmm…as long as he stayed slumped, this shouldn’t be a problem! The reaper leaned over him and lightly pushed his hat off the rest of the way and nudge it a bit away before grinning. Perfect!
The ghoul, without hesitating, then set to work running her fingers through his dark locks, gleeing at how soft they were. She did this for a few minutes before deciding that she wanted her brush. “Don’t go anywhere, friend!” She chirped, hopping over to her little bathroom and returned with her brush, and then set to work brushing it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 7:47 pm
Okay, so she was serious about playing with his hair. Mot almost believed she was joking. Still, the reaper didn't move from his position on the counter top, his arms still sprawled out in front of him gripping the notebook and pen and his face still planted down. She seemed happy enough to----
Oh this felt good.
Mot's frustrated mental grumblings fizzled out. He'd never had his hair played with before. Lizzy patted it a lot, even dried it with a towel once, but nothing like this.
It was..
It was...
It felt amazing.
The moment Hel's fingers were running through his hair, a soft yet pleased moan escaped his lips, his head tilting to the side, a glimpse of a smile peeking out from beneath the mop of hair. This must be why mini pets loved this so much.
A pout and furrowed brow animated Mot's face when Hel stopped. Why stopping? His eyes lazily followed her escape, lingering where she disappeared from view until she returned to disappear behind him again. Huh? A brush---oooooh.
The reaper's eyes closed, letting Hel do as she pleased. This certainly did relieve tension!
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 8:26 pm
The reaper paused when she heard a sound from her fellow reaper, peering down at him over his shoulder. Did…he just? Hel giggled softly, noting the small smile that peeked out from under his hair as well before she kept on going. During an activity like this, Hel was content to be quiet, though Hel’s definition of quiet in this case meant no conversation, but sound, definitely. As she brushed Mot’s hair, she started to hum a tune lightly, and eventually after a certain point she started to sing.
“Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing a waltz on All Souls Night ~” Whenever Hel was faced with a task that had repetitive motions, she’d often fall into singing. This in itself was a relaxing thing for the reaper, and thus happily sang this song, and kept on brushing Mot’s hair.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 8:56 pm
It was hard to believe Mot had been frustrated and ready to burst just moments earlier. Here he was, tame and almost in a hypnotic state. The soft and repetitive motion of his hair being brushed, soon followed by the lovely humming and singing of Hel's voice. Bliss. he was in bliss. Were he not uncomfortably lying his upper half on the counter he might have had a chance to fall asleep right there despite his insomnia.
Not wishing to let himself fall off the counter if he did find himself falling asleep, Mot sat up, deciding that would be better for them both. Mot chuckled to himself. "Wow, nearly fell asleep there."
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 9:12 pm
Hel kept up this pattern, brushing his hair out thoroughly and singing, unknowing that her fellow reaper could potentially fall asleep.
The valkyrie blinked as the cowboil sat up, pausing. “You did?” She asked, laughing before she resumed brushing for a bit more. While it wasn’t as easy as when he was leaning over, it was still doable. After a few more moments, Hel put the brush off to the side, and dug around in an apron pocket for a hair tie and slipped it around a wrist. She then used her index fingers to start sectioning off some of Mot’s hair, getting it ready for a style. “…You don’t sleep well, do you, friend?”
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 9:25 pm
Mot shook his head slightly before Hel began to section off his hair. He only somewhat wondered why she was doing that. He'd never had his hair 'up' before. Did he even have enough hair to do that? Guess he would find out!
"I have insomnia." He admitted as if it wasn't a big deal, allowing the ghoul to continue playing with his hair. "I'm lucky to get a few hours of sleep a night. Though Xiu's tea helps, I don't like to rely on it unless I'm desperate."
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 9:37 pm
Mot would have more than plenty of hair for what Hel wanted to do with it!
She was very focused on making sure the hair she was pulling back was nice and neat, her tongue even sticking out in concentration. At his admittance about insomnia, the reaper’s brows furrowed with concern. Lucky to get a few hours of sleep? That sounded…terrible! He was talking to a ghoul who loved to sleep, and could easily fall asleep no matter the environment (how do you think she was so energetic?). “I’m sorry to hear that, friend.” She murmured, her hands coming around the back of his head, the top half of his hair now in a ponytail. Xiu made soothing tea too, huh? Such a resourceful little ghoul she was! Hel was continually impressed by her.
“Say…maybe I should start singing you to sleep, after tucking you in, yes?” Hel teased, grinning softly as she started pulling at the tie on her wrist. Hey, he said he almost fell asleep at the kitchen counter.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 9:50 pm
Mot giggled at Hel's suggestion, waving his hands. "No way, that'd be embarrassing." Mot grinned. "I'd feel like a little kid." Did his mother ever sing to him though? Probably not. He couldn't remember anything like that. His father read to him a few times, but it only ended up revving the boil up for more play time. Counter productive.
While the singing to sleep might prove successful if he tried, Mot wasn't certain if he could relax knowing a ghoul was watching him fall asleep. It would all depend on how desperate he was for sleep. He was often so used to it he barely noticed. Usually. "Don't get me wrong though, your voice is very lovely."
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 9:59 pm
“Psshaw, there’s nothing embarrassing about that!” Hel replied, starting to tie the hair band into his hair after looping the pony tail up. She couldn’t help but laugh at the kid comment though, and grinned widely. “But you act like one already.” She retorted, teasingly of course! He left himself open to that one.
The reaper finished tying off the looped ponytail, now just being nit picky and fanning the bits of hair out so that they looked about even and nice. She paused briefly at Mot’s compliment, feeling touched by it. Sure, she was use to hearing it, but it was different coming from the cowboil. She couldn’t place her finger on it exactly, but it just felt more…special? Huh. “Thank you, friend.” She murmured appreciatively and then stepped back with her hands on her hips. “All done!”
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