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Hel peered around the stick that was Mot when someone gasped, and her face went flat. Her brows then furrowed, and she stared back at the receptionist.

She said…she…and that was not a …oh whatever.

Her head immediately snapped back around though as Mot was pulled out of her grasp and—

Oh.

Hel’s mind immediately guttered, and she busted out laughing.

“Babe!” Hel choked on her laughter, and was howling now. She was of no help for a good few moments, until Mot was eyeing her with that pleading look. The reaper tried to stifle her laugher, and came over to the Grim, her hands coming up to play with his hair. She looked over at the demon, and almost lost it again, and giggled.

“Okay, Dustin…” She jabbed a thumb at herself. “Something like this…a bit longer…but whispy and willowy to match his hair style! Ka-peesh?”

Hel had a feeling you were hating her, Mot. So much. But she was way too amused right now. She snickered, and stepped back to let Dustin work his magic on Mot’s young and supple…hair.

As Dustin also ah…elicited an enthusiastic response from Mot…someone may have muttered off to the side “Where was that passion when we were dating?” Hel was grinning though, so it wasn’t like she was holding a grudge…nope, she was just making another jab at Mot because he was very uncomfortable right now.

An hour later, and Hel was rolling around on the floor out of boredom. Collecting stray hairs here and there on her tunic. Geeze! It so didn’t take an hour between Mac and her! If anything, her’s only took thirty seconds because the reaper lady just hacked it off! When Dustin announced he was done, though, Hel immediately leapt up from the floor and hovered behind Mot all:

O3O

She was silent for a long moment, staring up at the reaper wide eyed before she exploded as well. “…Oh my Jack!” She cried. “I told you it would look really good!” Hel exclaimed, clenching her fists excitedly as she stared at Mot’s reflection. She reached up to fluff his hair, and cackled happily. Oh yes…yes Dustin would be getting a great tip. “Your hair looks so good, Motty, I would almost do you again. Almost.” She grinned, and grabbed his wrist. “Come on now, go pay your new BFF!”

“I would take that as a complime—OW!” Hel rubbed her head after Mot thumped her, and followed the taller reaper to the counter. She leo-squinted at the air headed reaper doing the transaction, and once that was done, she was pretty happy. She held the door open to outside, and grinned up at Mot.

“Say it, Motty. I was right.” Right about needing a hair cut.

Hel was pretty happy. Yay, a boil who said she was right! Hel grinned, and then cackled as Mot announced that he needed to show it off to his ghoulfriend. At the same time though, that sentiment made an ache in her chest. Hel rubbed the palm of one of her hands across her heart briefly. “…Heh, ya. Maybe after she sees your hair, she will want to jump your boney a**, and you will maybe get more than kiss~”

Her lips pulled a bit more into a smirk, thinking of the Grossmo magazine she had caught Gene with. Hel then started to head back in the direction of Amity, lacing her fingers behind her neck.

The reaper actually stopped when he asked that…er…teased? Teased or asked, it made her stop and think. Thinking was this new thing she was learning from Salbei. It was both convenient and inconvenient at the same time.

“No.” She answered truthfully. “Everything does not end there…but it is just something I can use to mask and cover over a plethora of other things, for it is a rather uncomplicated matter.” She smiled over at Mot, and resumed walking like she hadn’t stopped, and also changed the subject like she hadn’t just shed some like on her current turmoil. “Heading straight to Genie now?”