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Mot turned his head, his eyes gazing downward to regard the shirt Lizzy had brought out. It was... it was.. So... tacky! Still, Mot smirked, laughing at the design. "Wow, that is... interesting." Maybe he should feel insulted? Nah. He would love to humor Lizzy and say he'd wear it but.. it really wasn't his style.

Mot hummed in thought, thinking on anything the city had that Lizzy might enjoy. "Sightseeing. There's a concert hall, lot's of different stores, museums.." Mot tilted his head. As a local it was hard for him to think of anything as special. "We could just walk.. it's a nice looking city. There's an outdoor cafe with live music too.."

Mot smiled fondly. He liked this idea. Walking side by side with Lizzy downtown, just him and her in the hustle and bustle of the city. It was selfish, enjoying Lizzy's company like this when she should have moments like this with mac. But.. Lizzy was his friend too, and he really liked spending time with her. "That sounds like a good plan." Mot said with a wide smile. Even he couldn't technically have her that was fine. For Mot, having anyone was not a possibility anyway.

Now his conversation with Mac was plaguing him. The other reaper had been acting strangely, or seemed strange. He wasn't angry at Mot for liking Lizzy. He seemed.. almost sad. Dare he ask?

Mot was caught, but he just laughed it off, shaking his head. "Mmn, Lost in thought. Ooh, I like it~." Mot keened, taking the shirt and looking it over. Definitely one to add to the pile. Lizzy was on to something here. Maybe steer away from white tops. Switch it to white jeans? Ooooh clever~.

The reaper seemed to avoid the issue, turning to pick out some gray, black, brown and other dark colored clothes.

"Nothing. I forgot." Mot lied, his brows knitting together with uncertainty. "Uh, no, wait.. that's a lie. But, it's kind of between me and someone else. I shouldn't divulge." He was coming to terms with his terrible lying, deciding to not even try to think he could. At the very least he could dodge the issue. Dodge issues as well as he dodged nets. At that he is pro.

"Yes, good idea." The reaper headed back to where he'd left the jeans aisle, sifting through them until he found the stacks with his proper size. Ah, this place was organized. How lovely. It certainly made things easier.

He sifted through selections, taking some and dismissing others, his eyes shifting to Lizzy once in a while. "How is uh..." Mot pursed his lips, trying to word himself carefuly, "You and Mac? What do you two do together?" Mac seemed to really love Lizzy, and sometimes Lizzy would go on and on about Mac. Still, when Mot hung out with Lizzy, sometimes it felt like what a date would be. Did real dates go differently?

Ah, so those were dates. Mot thought about that a moment. Holding hands? He could do that. Petting zoo and batting cages sounded fun. Kissing...

The reaper turned red, shaking his head. "Gah, right. Sorry I asked." He said aloud, though he didn't mean to. He could barely imagine the act without feeling like he might need a paper bag.

Oh look! Jeans! Yaaaay jeans~!

Wow, now he was really sorry he asked. Actually, this is what he deserved for bringing it up at all. Curiosity killed the cat and all that jazz. Mot remained still, his red face redder if that was even possible. In fact, he was certain his body temperature just rose to unthinkable levels. How embarrassing. So embarrassing.

"Uh.. no." Mot answered nervously. Jack dammit, most guys his age would be ashamed to admit this, right? Unfortunately, as much as he wished he was most guys, he wasn't. "Is that strange?" It is to be noted Mot was making an obvious attempt to avoid eye contact.

While he was comforted with the fact his inexperience wasn't strange, Lizzy's now close proximity made the reaper nervous. He wasn't aware she was leaching body heat. That hungry look in her eyes was confusing him.

"Yeah, I agree." Mot nodded. In fact, he'd been the one to tell her something similar before. Little had he known that it concerned Mac at the time. But it wasn't just that kisses were special. He had many reasons he'd never gotten close enough to a ghoul. And it was those reasons he was sure that he was indeed strange. He wasn't like other boils. He wasn't like Mac.
Other boils weren't afraid of intimate contact. He was 99.9% certain of that.

Mot sighed, stuffing the jeans he'd decided on into the basket. "Okay, I think we're done here." He'd never be able to do the things everyone else did.

"Mmhmm." Mot wasn't convincing. However, it seemed like he didn't wish to talk about it.

Mot nodded, taking the now really heavy basket toward the cashier. He'd really brought this buzz kill mood upon himself. He never should have been nosing in on Lizzy's love life. He set the basket down, the little old lady manning the till shakily pulling out clothes from the container one at a time.

Very slowly.

They'd be here a while.

Mot tapped his fingers on his legs, looking down at Lizzy bashfully. Crap. What to talk about to pass the time? The feeble old lady seemed to be in no rush, and Mot wasn't going to rush her either. "Uh.. so.."