Mot was trying to assure himself her energetic response was genuine and not meant to rile him up. He gave her a careful look, terra cotta eyes lidding softly.
Her speech after ward was met with mild irritation. Potential. Why did everyone see something he didn't? He heaved a great sigh at her last sentence, waving a hand. "Yes, yes. Tantrums will happen in private." He murmured with furrowed brows. "I'll see you later, Hel."
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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