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 Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 5:47 pm
With deft fingers, Hel braided her hair, tied it off, and then set the brush aside as Mot returned. She looked over at the bowl of stew with interested, though her attention was on the cowboil as he retrieved a chair and then started to dote on her. The ghoul looked a bit unnerved as she stared at him. “Uh…alright…you can spend the night…uh…something to drink…? Actually, I think I’d like some water…I’ll go get it though, don’t worry…” Hel started pulling back her blankets and swung her feet over the edge of the bed.
“…Hey…you know…you should just share the bed with me.” She gave Mot a wide smile at this suggestion.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 5:55 pm
"No! I'll get it! Stay in bed." Mot insisted, resisting the urge to pout, though his brows did knit together in worry. He'd moved to usher her back into her blankets when he paused at her words.
His cheeks dusted pink as he eyed her curiously. "I'd risk catching what you have..." Mot replied uncertainly. That only counted if her condition was a virus that attacked Fear, of course. It could have been simple a wear down of her body from over exerting herself. But he was no doctor.
"Stay put." He eyed her suspiciously, and turned to go fetch her a glass of water.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 6:17 pm
Then she was ushered back into bed. Hel didn’t like feeling like she needed to be…waited upon but…apparently Mot was determined to do it. Such an odd boil.
Never mind that she’d totally be like that too if the situation was reversed.
At Mot’s uncertain reply, Hel’s lips curled back up into a wide smile. Her mood seemed to shift…she was trying to get what she wanted. A finger came up and started to twirl around some loose strands of hair that escaped her not-so tight braid as she eyed the cowboil. “Oh but Mot~” The ghoul cooed, “You kissed my forehead~” She tilted her head then as well, “And you are sitting right next to me…does it matter whether you are in the bed or the chair now?”
At his ‘stay put’ comment, Hel stuck her tongue at him a bit. “I am not a fox fire.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 6:23 pm
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"...you have a valid point." Mot said with a humbled expression, his cheeks going red again.
He smirked at her comment, turning his head before entering the kitchen. "True enough. A fox fire is better behaved." He grinned cheekily, disappearing behind the door way.
He returned soon after with a tall glass of water, setting it down for Hel. "If I share a bed with you, you will promise to be good, and stay in bed while you're sick?" Mot said with a serious expression. "If not, then I won't do it."
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 6:34 pm
Hel seemed to puff with pride at having a valid point. Ha! Her first one today! Take that, Mot.
“Yes~” She agreed, enjoying the fact she had a valid point still, “A foxfire is better beha—“ The ghoul stopped as her mind finally registered what Mot just said. “…Heeeeey.” Hel’s face immediately took on a sulky expression. She was still sulking when Mot returned with the water, but her expression lifted at his terms. “Moooot…why would I leave the bed if you’re in it?” She smiled sweetly at him, and then wiggled until she was against the wall and patted the spot next to her.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 6:48 pm
A snort had been heard from the kitchen once Hel got what Mot said. That's right. Even FooFoo was better behaved than the Valkyrie.
Her sweet little tone said with such a face made Mot's heart pitter patter, a hand almost raising to graze his chest as if mistaking it for a need to satisfy a physical itch. That might have been the nicest thing Hel had said to him all day. He was down right flattered.
Mot gave a small nod, sitting on the chair so he could remove his boots, which he'd failed to remove due to all of the chaos. "Eat your stew first." Mot reminded her without even turning his head.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:01 pm
The reaper didn’t seem amused by his snort.
When he returned though and started taking off his boots, Hel made a small face, and looked at the bowl of stew on the night stand. Her gaze shifted from the stew to Mot, then back to the stew, and then back to Mot. Her lips curled into that smile again…and the reaper decided she was going to test her limits…but in a new way…oh and also milk this for all its worth. “…I’d like to Mot but I…ah…I am not sure if I can reach and hold the bowl securely at this moment…”
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:06 pm
Hel was admitting to needing help...
Something was fishy.
Mot lifted his head after taking off his boots, giving Hel the most judgmental lidded stare he could muster. He held it for a good while, before sighing softly, taking his hat off from around his neck and setting down on the back of the chair. "I'd be happy to spoon feed you if you so desire." Mot kept a lidded gaze on the ghoul, a brow lifting high.
Still, he took up the bowl, and sat himself on the edge of the bed, shifting closer to Hel.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:13 pm
“Mooot…” Hel cooed softly. “What are you giving me that look ~ ?” She tilted her head once more and batted her lashes at him, because she was totally innocent.
At his offer to spoon feed, Hel readily consented. Maybe too quickly. “Alright. Heee…” The valkyrie wiggled herself closer to Mot until her leg was touching his, and a hand came out to support herself, resting on his knee. She stared back at him with a lidded gaze of her own and a curled smile, waiting.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:19 pm
Her question was met with nothing but that same look he'd been giving her. She was acting strangely.
Maybe a fever?
Hel made her moves, and Mot was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was coming onto him!
...wait.. was she?
Mot blinked, looking less than confident as her hand rested on his knee, his tummy doing back flips as she gazed at him with lidded eyes. Mot's face flushed, his eyes cast down as he gathered some of the stew into a spoonful. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this.
He lifted the spoon carefully, hovering it over the bowl and bringing the utensil toward Hel.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:26 pm
Would he…would he not?
Oh…he was.
Normally Hel wouldn’t care for this kind of stuff, but hey, if she was going to be confined to her bed for who knows how long…she was going to have some fun. The ghoul watched as he lowered the utensil into the bowl, got a spoonful, and then raised it. As it drew closer, Hel’s lips parted and she waited, her eyes dancing with amusement as she watched Mot’s face now.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:30 pm
Mot looked very, very embarrassed. "You're just mean." He murmured with a pout, placing the spoonful into Hel's parted lips.
"I know you're teasing me." The spoon was taken away, and refilled with more of the stew. "You'll get yours." He said teasingly, though that shy flustered face remained painted with a pout.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:39 pm
Hel chuckled as Mot gave her the spoonful, and she chewed and swallowed.
Hel feigned hurt at his words. “I just can not win today, can I, Mot? How am I being mean? I am unwell…and you are just being the sweetest thing and taking care of me~” She watched him fill it with more stew. “I can not believe you are threatening a sick ghoul…” She parted her lips once more, waiting for the next spoonful.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:46 pm
Mot may have given Hel a rather dirty glare. Maybe. The boil was feeling a little taken advantage of. "Right. How foolish of me." Mot muttered, giving the ghoul another spoonful.
Regardless, he repeated the process, until the bowl was empty. No one could say he wasn't dedicated.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:52 pm
Hel may have noticed Mot’s possibly dirty glare, but she said nothing on the matter until the bowl was completely empty. She then reached for the glass of water Mot brought her, and took a long swig of it before placing it back on the night stand’s edge. Hel wiggled her way back over to the wall where she settled, and waited for the cowboil to settle near her as well.
“Moooot~” She whined softly. “…Why are you shooting me a dirty look?”
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