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Oh Mot.

You were Hel’s favorite to troll. The reaper finished wringing out as much water as she could, and then shimmied back into her bloomers, obviously pleased by his compliment and agreement. She laughed. “Oh, you get use to it after you build up to it, ya? I promise it will become easier the more you do it…Enjoyable even.” She then grabbed the end of her tank top and started to wring that out…luckily keeping it on.

“Do not whine.” She encouraged. “It will make Mac mock you more.” She smiled up at him, genuinely. “…I am truly proud of you, Mot. I think it is most wonderful that you are working to improve yourself though any means available to you.” She wrung out her tank top a bit more, and then looked up at him with her lower lip wibbling. “…Do you not like training with me, Mot?”

“I am.” Hel reaffirmed with a nod. “Just keep working hard, Mot. You will improve, I am sure of it. The best things come from hard work…” As Mot said she was distracting though, the ghoul shot up and ended up straddling the cowboil’s lap, looking utterly dismayed.

“What!? But I keep you on track! I do!”

Hel stared back at Mot, her lower lip sticking out in a pout now.

“Well, I find you attractive as well, but I still focus, Mot!” Hel crossed her arms, maybe a bit hurt that Mot didn’t want to train with her, whether he could focus or not.

Maybe she was a bit flattered at his words, maybe. Or she seemed like it, until he flicked her nose. Hel scowled, and batted at his hand before firmly cupping his face in her hands. She leaned in, out of habit, and looked like she might have tried kissing him before she caught herself. The reaper hovered a bit from his mouth, scowling once more quietly. “…Oh, I will pout as much as I want, Mister O’Boyle.” She muttered, “And since you do not seem all that gung ho about the idea, forget about it. I would hate to ah…distract you after all, when you should be focusing.” Hel smirked.

She squeezed his face and then let go, climbing off of him and went to retrieve her clothes, staring with her bra and magically slipping that back on within her tank top.

Hel pulled her loose top back on, and then her sandals as well. She was even so kind as she fish out Mot’s clothes and drop them on his lap. “Hurry now, Motty. I am starving.” While she waited for him to get dressed, she then took to undoing her hair from the style it had been in and wrung that out as well.

After she got out as much water as she could, she braided it into a simple braid.

“Ya!” Hel cheered, pumping a fist into the air as she marched her way back down the pier. The ghoul seemed to know exactly what they’d be snacking on, as she bee-lined right of the pier vendor that was selling strips of barbequed meat in sticks, dripping with barbeque sauce.

Upon approach, the ghoul was grinning widely. “Ah…I will take six of those!” She informed, and started going through her pockets for seeds, and jabbed a finger back at Mot. “And however many he wants as well~”

Hel looked up from digging seeds out as Mot slammed his pouch down. Jack damn! Why didn’t she carry a pouch around!? The ghoul had been fishing for seeds out of her pockets and scowled. She was about to try and protest when the vendor happily took the seeds Mot readily offered and then held out nine sticks of barbequed meat to the two. Hel then stared at Mot like ‘you are in so much trouble’.

When a huff, she managed to snag all nine in both of her hands and started to make her down the pier again, this time towards a small amusement part that was off in the distance. “Here you are.” She announced, waving three of the sticks at him.