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 Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 9:41 pm
Mot's breathing wavered as he looked back at Hel. Sorry. She might be sorry, or maybe not. Maybe she was sorry that she wasn't getting her way, ashamed that he was mad at her, or genuinely sorry.
The grim reaper's features tightened. "Whatever." He muttered, opening his door.
His ego had been bruised. He'd been terrified during that fiasco, felt his feelings were brushed aside. Not only that, he'd been up and kidnapped by a ghoul half his size. How could he ever explain his way out of that?
He paused, as if he wanted to say something else, but huffed and walked into his room. The door was slammed behind him, and then locked.
Mot never locked his door.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 9:48 pm
Whatever.
No…wasn’t…’sorry’ suppose to fix things? Hel didn’t just say it as an easy way out! She didn’t like uttering the word…surely he didn’t just…brush it off. Hel just stared as Mot huffed and then turned away, slamming his door and then heard the tell tale click. He…he didn’t…
Hel quietly made her way to the door, a dark hand reaching up to try and turn the knob. Oh. He did. The ghoul stared at the door for a long while before she slowly turned and pressed her back against it, and then slowly let herself slide down until she was seated on the floor. There, she slumped, and her feet stretched out in front of her. Okay. It was utterly pathetic. She was pathetic, but she was going to wait, or so she told herself.
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