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“Huh? Oh, sure!” Hel held the paper out to him. Not like she needed it anymore, anyways!

The ghoul then paused as Mot asked…something she’d never thought she’d hear him ask. She stared at Mot wide eyed. “…Go…outside and train and exercise? Together?” Her lips immediately curled up into wide smile. “OKAY!” She leapt up a bit, clearly excited, until she seemed to remember another thing she wanted to show Mot. “Oh yeah! Before we go…” The ghoul looked down the front of her tunic. “You have to see my new addition!” Hel made a ‘comer closer’ motion. “Come look!”

“What? No?” Hel echoed, her brows furrowing as she looked up at Mot, who looked disgruntled.

A frown pulled at the reaper’s face. “…Ah! I am not talking about my growth, Mot! I am talking about my new addition!” She peered down the front of her tunic again, and pulled at her tunic and tank top to get a better look at the small, sleeping rainbow poof. He was…so…so cute. The ghoul made a come hither gesture again. “Come look!”

“Did I grow a thir—“ Hel paused and looked up at Mot. Her expression was flat for a good long moment before she scowled. “No I did not grow a third breast, Mot! Not that you would know, seeing as how you never want to look at them, anyways!” Did Hel sound upset about that?

“So either you come look now, or you will not see my new addition at all! I am not moving him!”

Luckily, Hel did not hold this grudge long. In fact, she was over it as soon as Mot finally showed some interest. “Ya! Him!” The ghoul tilted her head up and pointed down the front of her tunic.

“Roch found him in his closet, so he gave him to me!” The little rainbow poof was nestled quite snuggly between Hel’s uh…assets, sleeping. Heimdall liked to sleep. A lot. He was like Hel in that aspect. “Is he not adorable?” Was Hel…cooing? "His name is Heimdall!"

Mot was just scoring all his awesome points back as he cooed along with her. His points quadrupled as he said Heimdall was a wonderful name too! Ha! See, no Pinky Pie for her little foxfire.

Luckily for Mot (maybe unluckily for Hel), Heimdall seemed to stir as a new voice, and the little mouth gave an equally little yawn as he blinked. After some shifting, the little foxfire poked his head out, and Hel grinned widely as she reached and plucked him up at the scruff, giggling with delight as the little foxfire curled into a ball. She then held him out to Mot. “It is the best place to keep track of him, really!”

“Things get lost in my apron pockets, Mot!” Hel explained oh so matter-of-factly.

Now Hel was not fond of being called cute…but she did have a fondness for cute things as well…and to her, everything about Heimdall was cute. He was just so little too. So the ghoul was inwardly squeeing as well as she watched the Lore foxfire wag its tiny tail as Mot held him. Heimdall easily just flopped right over as Mot’s finger tickled his belly, and itty-bitty paws wiggled in the air as he got belly scritches.

Okay, Hel squeed. Just a bit though.

Hel blinked as she heard a pathetic whine and looked over at FooFoo.

“Oh! You finally got out of the jeans!” She called to the DreamDust foxfire. “Where is your ball, FooFoo?” Obviously she could not play with him again unless he had it! Heimdall peered over Mot’s fingertips at the older foxfire and wagged his tail a bit more before letting out a little yip at him.

The reaper perked up incredibly. “That is a great idea, Mot!” Hel replied. “We can bring them outside as well! Though I suppose it will just be FooFoo and Heimdall…Vili likes to adventure, and he is out right now as well.” Hel wasn’t worried though. She trained Vili well, and he was always home by dinner time.

The ghoul snorted as FooFoo growled, and reached over to pick up the FoxFire, tucking him under her arm. “Oi, knock it off, ya?” She tapped his nose. “You can get along.” She looked back at the cowboil. “I am ready if you are ready!”