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 Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 2:20 pm
At first he pouted as she teased him.
And then he seemed curious at the nickname and whether or not he cared for it. The jury was still out.
And then, laughed. His ghoulfriend was something else, really. "That it is." Mot said between giggling, rubbing his face as he shook his head. Mot would have to be more vigilant and observant of Hel's trickery. It was like the war between door opening and check paying all over again.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 2:30 pm
Hel laughed as well, because it was contagious, and gave a firm nod of her head.
Well, there was something else she still wanted to do, and she was going to get her way, bwa ha ha.
The reaper pushed off of the counter, and started to make her way towards Mot, and her good hand came out to rest against the spot right under where she knew the slash on his chest was. She then started to gently, but firmly, push him in the direction on the bathroom. That needed to be looked at still ~ !
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 2:37 pm
Mot shuffled backwards for a time until he realized where Hel was leading him, and turned to walk there sans the directing of Hel's fingers. It seemed Hel hadn't forgotten about the dressings. Oh well. He would have done it himself if she forgot, but alas. Hel always wanted to do all the things.
"One of these days you won't be able to do something and I'll have to put my foot down, you know."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 2:42 pm
Hel grinned as Mot caught up to what she wanted, and trailed after him into the bathroom, turning the light on once they entered, and dug out her first aid kit.
She then waited for the cowboil to undo his shirt, tilting her head at his statement. Her grin widened. “The only time I won’t be able to do anything, Mot, is when I am permanently dead.” She quipped back cheerfully. “So of course you’d be able to put your foot down, then!”
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 2:49 pm
Mot huffed indignantly, unbuttoning his vest and shirt. "For one thing, I don't ever want to imagine that scenario." The reaper puffed his cheeks with a pout, letting his layers slide off his shoulders.
"A broken arm doesn't have you down now, but we can't all be heroes 24/7. I'll find a moment where I can take care of you." He didn't hate being cared for so much, but at the same time he wanted to care for Hel the way she did for him. So far it felt like he was in constant need of help, and that was no good for the boil's ego.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 2:56 pm
“I’ll try my hardest to be a hero all the time.” She returned, shuffling closer, and started to undo the binding she had done some days before, pausing when he said he’d find a moment to care for her. She resumed then, and let the old binding fall away after she loosened it, and looked over the gash. Yes, it wasn’t as fresh as it was before…but it was still a pretty good one. Ouch. She had done that.
Hel pulled out some new gauze pads from the first aid kit, and pressed them against the gash…er…this would be a bit more challenging without her other hand. “…Hold that there for me?” She murmured.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 3:02 pm
His moment came sooner than expected.
Mot grinned widely, all of his teeth gleaming. "The Mighty Hel needs my help? My my~." He teased with a smirk, holding his hand over the guaze padding. "But of course, my dear." He chuckled bemusedly.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 3:14 pm
Hel was not amused. Not amused.
She just glared at Mot. glared. Oh hel no he didn’t just take that mocking expression and tone at her. Well fine. You know what? She didn’t need his help for dress a wound that he got. Geeze. Hel pulled his hand off of the gauze pad, and pushed it away, placing her hand over it to keep it there, and then looked at the gauze roll on the counter near by.
Ffffffffu- This was gonna be a witch.
Hel’s brows furrowed as she started to wiggle the arm that was in the sling, and eventually got out of it. Her hand and fingers trembled as she grasped the gauze roll. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 3:18 pm
Facepalm.
"No, Hel." Mot said, trying not to smile. His ghoul had spunk but Sweet Sally she was going to hurt herself. He took both things from her hands, and held them high above his head. "Either you accept my help, or you don't get to help me at all."
"Ever."
Just in case she had any funny ideas or tricks up her sleeve.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 3:30 pm
“Yes, Mot.” Hel snapped back, still trying to undo the gauze roll until both items where taken from her hands. The reaper immediately had a NO FAIR look on her face as Mot held them high above his head, and then gave his ultimatum. Hel then really had a THAT’S REALLY NOT FAIR YOU’RE A JERK look on her face. Still, that didn’t stop her from jumping up, flailing her good arm about wildly trying to get the gauze items, which she wasn’t even close to getting.
The valkyrie huffed, her wings fluttering in irritation as she placed her good hand on her hip and glared up at the cowboil in a silent showdown.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 3:35 pm
Mot wanted to whine and huff at Hel's stubbornness. So badly.
Instead, he stared down with a lidded gaze and calm expression, lifting a brow at her attempts. "Don't be petty." He scolded, keeping the items high above his head.
"I help, or I leave."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 6:04 pm
Hel scowled, loudly.
Mot drove a hard bargain. What a jerk. She stared up at him for a moment longer, before huffing and looking off to the side, because she could jump all she liked, she wasn’t getting those items. Part of her wanted to be an even bigger brat and dare him to try and leave because she wouldn’t let him but…hey…sometimes Hel knew to quit when she was ahead.
“Fine. You can help.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 6:41 pm
One victory for Mot.
The reaper smiled fondly, and placed the bandages back into Hel's hand. Back to where they started, Mot placed the gauze pad back on his chest and held it there for Hel.
"Your arm won't heal properly if you do stuff like that you know." He scolded softly.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 8:46 pm
Hel held out her hand expectantly, and snatched the gauze roll away as soon as Mot placed it back in her grasp. She unraveled it finally, and placed the end against the pad, nudging the end of it under his fingers so that he’d hold it there as well. The valkyrie then took a rather mocking tone, mimicking his voice.
“Your arm won’t heal properly neh neh nyah.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
So mature.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 8:49 pm
Mot couldn't sit still after that.
The grim reaper burst out laughing, holding his stomach as he nearly cried with laughter. Her impression of him, and the fact she'd mocked him so childishly. He just... not even...
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