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Mot managed a smile. Together sounded good. It seemed less like he was the only one who needed the training, though honestly he was so far behind it seemed that way.

"Breakfast?" Mot wasn't sure about this. Was she going to make him stuff himself with a large valk sized breakfast of kings? Mot grimaced. "Um.. I don't know if I can eat.. much." He reminded her hesitantly, a hand grazing his stomach.
Still, he needed food to go with the painkillers.

Hel's pouting was noted, though not outwardly reacted to. He watched as she left his room to start on breakfast. Come when he is ready, huh? Her figure disappeared and Mot flopped backward onto his bed again with a huff. What a way to wake up. So alien, so unusual.

He rolled a bit, crawling to get sitting again. He stopped short where Hel had been laying that night. It smelled like her.. would his bed smell like that for a while? It was a nice smell. A ghoul's smell.

Why was he lingering on this?

The grim reaper shook his head, standing up suddenly and stomping toward his dresser. Clothes need clothes clo---ooooh dizzy. Mot staggered and held his weight up by grabbing the dresser, his hand grazing the hat. The new hat. It was even more amazing now that he could see it better in a well lit room.
Mot admired it for a while longer, almost mesmerized. He shook his head softly, pulling away from the dresser.

Forget clothes, he'd just be going to bed again anyway.

Instead, his ran his hands through his hair in an attempt to tame it down, moving to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Once all that was done, he left his room and made his way into Hel's yawning a bit.

A soft glare was cast at Hel at her odd little nickname. What was she suddenly grumpy about? The grim reaper was rather oblivious to it.

He looked at the small bowl, slowly making his way to the counter toward it. It did smell good, but like with most if not all new foods, Mot was acting picky. He took a fork, leaning forward on his arms over the counter, poking at the meal curiously. He'd enjoyed her stew, and even tried to eat it at least once a day or so. This would be good to, he was sure.

It took a bit more experimental poking, but Mot eventually took a forkful and had a bite. Having not eaten in...days..? Wow, he couldn't even recall the last he had eaten. Still, the food was good. Enough so that he went for a second bite soon after the first was done.

Mot nearly choked on his third bite after hearing that. Battle? Oh Jack, he really did not want to hear that word. Not now. Too soon.

He coughed a bit, dropping his fork in the bowl. "Um...okay. It may be a long while." He was all about getting stronger, but having to do battle so soon, he just was not up for it. However, she did say 'when he was feeling up to par. Still, for him it would be a long while. Fighting; he'd done quite enough of it. Actually, it felt less like a fight, and more like he was just beaten into the ground with little resistance on his part. He'd barely had a chance.

How long was too long for Hel? He really hoped she didn't expect him rearing to go within a week.

Mot silently ate most of his meal, though as usual for him there was a fair amount left over despite the smaller serving. Hel piped up just as he was staring on his cider. A favour? Hel seemed a bit apprehensive. Was it a big favour? The reaper wasn't opposed to helping out so long as it was within his capabilities. "What is it?" He asked curiously, standing properly rather than leaning on the counter.

Sometimes? Mot made very poor decisions. Sometimes, he did not think things carefully.

This was one of those times.

"Sure, I'll go." Mot answered simply, smiling lightly. "Sounds like fun." Wedding? He'd never been to one before! Honestly, why was Hel so nervous about it? How silly~.

"Uh, yes?" Mot replied with an arched brow raised high. Was there something she wasn't telling him about weddings? The fact it was a Valkyrie wedding had not clicked with him. He did not realized dealing with Hel and Freya was nothing like dealing with dozens more of their kin.

Mot's head lifted quickly as Hel suddenly looked at him rather forcefully, raising both brows in concern. Something to tell her? No, he really didn't---

As her pinky raised, wiggled, Mot's eyes grew wider. Oh ********> Sure, his hat was no longer on the line per se, but it still meant he had to tell Hel what had gone on with him and Freya. For Mot, that was very difficult and uncomfortable. Mot swallowed hard, setting down his cider on the counter.

"Right.. I promised.." How the Hell was he supposed to explain that he had gotten felt up by her sister? "She just kind of.. tested my loyalty, I suppose.."

There was no beating around the bush about this. There was no tactful or gentlemenly way to go about it. Mot breathed in slowly, averting his gaze from Hel completely. No hat to shield him from the world anymore. No amount of hats ever would.

"She hit on me."