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 Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 5:28 pm
Mot sighed heavily. "If only I would be so lucky. It would be wrong and awkward to approach them so.. I am rather stuck." Mot reached for the door, taking one look back at Shun.
"Ah, I've been keeping up on that training regime! Though I only do it twice a week due to its.. intensity. May I hit you up for another training sesssion sometime? When I am a little more.. uhm... capable?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 5:36 pm
Quietly, Shun mulled over that situation. He wasn't really sure what to say about it. But no. Mac was not the type to take such requests. And Hel... well. He suppose it depended with her. Shaking his head to himself, he raised a brow when Mots admitted that he was still training. He was a little surprised to hear this.
"Of course. Maybe then you won't get hit with the stick," he said in a matter of fact tone. Once more, it was hard to tell if he was serious or jesting.
"Keep training and you'll achieve your goals in the end."
The Reaper didn't really like said goals due to his biases against the boogeymen, but he was not going to stop Mot for striving towards it at all.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 5:47 pm
THE STICK.
He'd almost forgotten. He felt sore just remembering. He whined at the thought, hunching his shoulders as he backed out into the hallway.
"Thanks, Shun! I hope I do. Take care~" The reaper grinned and shut the door, whistling a happy tune and sashaying down the hallway.
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