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All of the flattery about good looks was turning Mot into a tomato at this rate. In fact, Mot refused to look Lizzy in the eye anymore, taking back his photo and stuffing it away in his wallet. "She is.. when she isn't nagging." Mot commented idly, ignoring the statement about her eyes looking like Mac's. He did not want to make that association.

It would be awkward. There was no doubt. Maybe if they were all just friends, it would be fine. But no. Lizzy and Mac were a couple, and Mot was only now coming to terms with the fact he had a crush on a taken ghoul. Why oh why hadn't he fallen for her before Prom? He'd even let them dance. Sigh.
He didn't want to outright say no. It would be weird, right? "I met him once or twice. He's a nice guy. He even hel--.." Mot stopped himself there. He was not going to tell Lizzy Mac had helped him out when Shun came after them. Too many reasons. "Never mind."

"It's your call."

"All mothers nag," She made a face before shaking her head, giving a sheepish smile, "I guess they just want the best for their child?"

She looked surprised at his words, "You've only met each other once or twice?" She had expected them to see each other more, due to them being neighbors, but then again, it was not like she knew who lived next door to her... So maybe it wasn't that surprising after all.

"Hm..." She paused, eyeing Mot before frowning lightly; she would like Mac to come along. Then again, she would always want to spend time with him. However, she didn't want Mot to feel awkward, and she had a feeling that he was just too nice to tell her no, "Just the two of us then! Just give me a time and place when the time comes."

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Rosenthal huffed at being shushed, but did so anyway, wanting to find out what Mac was up to. He could hear voices coming from behind the door too, and he quickly recognized it as being the cowboil's. He soon grew bored of just clinging onto Mac's shoulder while he stood outside the door, and took to pawing at him occasionally, as if hurrying him to open the door. When asked a question, Rosenthal's initial response was to tilt his head, processing the question.

Lizzy and happy. He nodded, waving a paw in the air as if to say 'yes, duh'. He then flailed one limb in the direction of the bouquet of flowers in his hand, poked him in the cheek not-so-gently, and stretched both limbs out for the door. All this time, with an annoyed look.

'Happy like if you just give her those flowers nowwwwww. Now now now.'

"Me too," She returned the smile, getting to her feet as she dusted off her night gown, "I'm very glad I'm fine too... And that you're fine." She had been worried that the weird, burning liquid was going to affect Mot's eyes forever. So glad that she decided to slip in one more hug before heading towards the door.

"I'll see you around, okay?" It was almost like she was afraid of not seeing him again, as she paused at the door, hand on the door knob, "And watch out for the little notes from me~"

Despite the poking and proddings of the Minipet, Mac remained where he stood, unmoving and staring holes in the door. Everything he could hear hurt, and while some part of him knew he wasn't getting the whole story, the other part argued there was a reason only these pieces of the conversation were able to be heard through the door. It played in to his feelings, it played in to his state of mind, and the more the door selectively passed through, the more he was sure of what he had to do. For her.

It hurt. A lot.

"Just the two of us then! Just give me a time and place when the time comes."

Mac flinched.

"...Don't...Don't let her know I was here. Our little secret, okay?" He murmured to Rosenthal, offering him a rather blank smile. When he heard the sounds of Mot getting ready to leave, Mac took a very quiet step back, and slowly started a retreat down the hallway, as if he didn't mean to be there. In the demon dorms. Near his ghoulfriend's room. Holding flowers. It was a total coincidence.

Mot stared baffled at the wretched minipet as it stuck out its tongue at him. What was that for? The reaper sighed, looking back to Lizzy and smiling. He waved, then soon turned, and began down the hall.

It was time to go back to his own dorm.