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 Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 7:00 pm
"I suppose the right side is most common.." He murmured. It was one side or no side!
Hel's question was met with a short silence, as he pondered where it came from. "....On Scarentines." He eventually admitted, a sheepish look met with the answer. It was an embarrassing birthday, really. "Uh.. what about yours?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 7:42 pm
“Left side it is!” Hel announced, moving the holster to that side and marking it off with her chalk. Why did she pick the left side? Because she could, and because it was less common. Don’t question the logic here.
The reaper undid the belt, and removed it from the cowboil before returning to her work table. “…Scarentines, huh?” Hel mused thoughtfully before grinning lightly. How interesting! That was pretty amusing and interesting to her that that was his birthday…”Oh…me? A few Octobers after Scarentines, friend, on the ninth.” After she replied, Hel poked a few more holes into Mot’s belt, and then set to work sewing the holsters onto their respective belts. After she was finished, the reaper tugged at the holsters, making sure they were on securely, tucked a gun into them to make sure they were holding, and once she was finished, clapped her hands. “Finished!” She announced proudly, holding both of the finished holsters up and out for Mot to praise her look over.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:09 am
The 9th, huh? Mot tucked that date away in his mind. When a ghoul told you an important thing, it was best to remember it.
"Wow! Hel, those look amazing!" Mot stared in wonder at the belted holsters. They had been done with such detail, and made to last. "I may have to wear this everyday. It'd be a shame for it to hang on my wall after paintball training is over." Though wearing an empty holster around school might be a mite embarrassing. Time would tell if he would really go through with it.
"Thank you, Hel. And I will make it up to you somehow."
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:22 am
The reaper was just beaming with delight and pride at being praised, and it showed ever so clearly on her face. Hel gave a laugh when he announced he’d have to wear it every day. “Whatever suits you, friend.” She replied good naturedly, wiggling the holsters out at him to take. She honestly didn’t mind if it went on a wall or not after his training with Roch…it was the satisfaction she was receiving right now from doing a job well done for a friend that made her happy.
A brow rose when Mot stated that he would pay her back, and she couldn’t help but rise immediately to that little challenge he set forth. Well…there…was something she did want…she did still want a hug, Jack damn it. Would it be bad to say that? Was it a sign of…weakness? Would he laugh because she took it back earlier? Hmm…when you wanted something you took it, right?
“…Well, there is a way you could…” The reaper started, but she wanted him to take the holsters first. If he did take them from her, he’d be greeted by the sight of Hel with her arms still outstretched, her fingers wiggling a bit, as she stared at him expectantly.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:29 am
"There is?" Mot asked as he took the belts from her. "What is i---"
What Hel wanted was obvious. He had almost forgotten their little tiff outside the door beforehand. The reaper looked down at her, then smiled with a light chuckle. "Is that all?" Holsters still in boths hands, Mot wrapped the ghoul in a tght hug, lifting her slightly off the ground.
Was he teasing?
Yes. Slightly.
"Liiiike this?!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:39 am
She hoped there wasn’t going to be any serious teasing, or else she just might be a big brat and take it all back again. “Yes. That is all.” Hel replied with a firm nod of her head as she stared up at him. But to say the least, when she was enveloped into a tight hug, she was delighted, and wrapped her arms tightly about his slim waist as well. Now when she felt herself being lifted, even if it was only just a bit, Hel was actually surprised. Woah, her feet weren’t touching the ground!
Hel laughed, wiggling her feet a bit. Could she put up with this slight teasing? She could. “Yes!” She answered back with another laugh.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 12:49 pm
Mot grinned, partly because Hel was laughing... actually that is exactly why he was grinning. He set her down soon after. As fun as that was, he had things to do!
Important things.. involving pellet guns.
He certainly couldn't swing Hel around like a helicopter all afternoon, now could he? Tempting though..
Mot looked back at the belts in his hands with a pleased smile. "I can't wait to show these off to Roch." Mot moved to grab his bags back from where he had left them, which contained the spare pellets and other things he had picked up.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 1:04 pm
The reaper rocked back on her heels once she was set back down, still grinning widely. Aww….hugs were nice. She was really glad she managed to get one today!
“Heh.” Hel watched as Mot collected his bags from his, what she supposed, was a trip from earlier. “Ah…good luck for the training, friend!” Here, the reaper paused for a moment, rubbing her chin. “Which reminds me, it’s time for us to go to the fitness club room soon! Keep that in mind, alright?” That was exactly what Mot wanted to hear. More training with Hel.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 1:24 pm
Mot laughed nervously, nodding. "Right. I'll keep that in mind." Oh no not REAL training! Physical up close training?!
Noooooo!
He was so much better with a gun. All these push-ups and running laps were so not Mot. Jack forbid he ever have to attend gym class. "I'll see you later, Hel." Mot waved, escaping before he was pushed into training right then and there.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 1:35 pm
Hel just beamed, and gave a nod of her head. Yes, real training. Weight lifting and muscle building! Training to learn how to flip an enemy so that he could get away and keep on shooting his gun.
“Have a good day, Mot!” The reaper returned, watching him…flee(?) and waved back as well. After he was gone, the ghoul stretched, and set to work cleaning up, rather pleased with herself for the day’s efforts.
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