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Oh sweet Sally, she needed a play by play? Mot grimaced, turning a sicker shade of gray than usual. He hated physical contact like what he'd had with Freya, yet talking about it was worse. Especially to Hel. Freya's sister of all people. Still, the fact Hel was not fazed by Freya's act had him worried. Was she like that with... all boils then?
...Mot suddenly felt unclean.

"W-well.. I was going to visit you, but you weren't in. Freya asked me to..oh wait, she didn't ask.. well, she took me to her room." Okay, that sounded bad. Mot would have taken this to the grave, but he had made Hel a promise. Disappointing Hel was not something he ever wanted to do again. Having her mad at him had hurt a lot more than he imagined.
"She uh.. got rather clingy, I suppose you could say." At first he had thought maybe the ghoul just liked being up close, but the was she had gone about should have been a warning early on.

"Do..I really have to?" This whole conversation was making him sweat.

Mot cringed. He felt like he was the one in trouble. And maybe he was. Had he done something wrong? He felt like he had.
There was only one way to get out all that needed to be said.

Mot shut his eyes tightly, covered his ears with the palms of his hands. Take away two of his senses, and maybe it would feel like Hel wasn't there at all. Like he was just talking to air.

Mot began to word-vomit.

"She pulled herself close and asked if I thought she was pretty and asked if you were pretty and I said yes to both and then she said said she was sad cause i didn't blush for her and didn't stand a chance with me and I didn't understand and then she grabbed my hands and made me grab her a** and asked me to have some fun with her and then I knew that she meant a different kind of fun and I told her NO and then she said she was glad and kissed my cheek and told me not to tell you or else she'd take my hat!"

Mot gasped for air, having not let himself breathe through the entire rant. His hands fell from his ears, though he didn't dare open his eyes.

The yelling was contagious.

"WHAT!? ARE YOU FREAKING CRAZY?!" Mot yelled back, sill shutting his eyes. "That's just stupid! I didn't tell you because it was EMBARRESSING! Why would I ever choose a hat over my best friend?!" Mot was just about livid. To be accused of such a horrible thing.

Still, the hat was part of the reason, but definitely not the only one.

Mot opened his eyes now, but he squinted. The riled up emotions made his eyes burn. His arms shuddered as he clenched his fists. "You don't think it might be the SLIGHTEST BIT AWKWARD to tell my best friend that her sister had her hands all over me?!" He grouched back, nearly fuming.

He wasn't sure why, but this conversation was making him agitated and upset.

Mot silenced himself then. He calmed down visibly, relaxing his shoulders. His.. Honor? She was mad because...

Mot's eyes cast downward shyly. He did not know how to feel about this. His feelings were muddled, uncertain. Hel's intentions were.. flattering? Was that what it was? He felt badly; keeping this from her seemed to upset her more than the actual information, or perhaps just as badly.

"I..." Mot rubbed his arm, his brows knitting together. "I don't want you to fight her because of me." It just wasn't worth it. Fighting her kin because of his so called honor. What honor did he have?

Still, Hel wanted to protect him? Why? Weren't boils the ones who protected the ghoul?

Mot sighed a bit. She would battle anyway. It was something he could not stop. Something he did not really understand, not coming from a world of Valkyries. Having Hel dead set on defending him, it was met with a mix of feeling cared for as well as weak for needing to be cared for.

Mot had a though strike him. Would Freya come for his damaged hat? He had hoped it could take it home to bring to his mother, and maybe leave it in his old bedroom. Or.. would she come for his new hat? The one Hel made just for him.

Promise or not, Mot would not give up the new hat. He would hold onto it through death if he had to. "Okay.. I won't stop you."

Mot could have taken it wrongly, but if he did, he'd understand all the same. Hel was not an ordinary ghoul. Mot was weaker than most people, and certainly not the most intimidating, more so with Hel.
He dealt with it for now.

Well then. That was settled, ish. Mot was full, tired and sore.

The reaper took up the painkillers Hel had left for him, taking it with the cider that was left. Thanks to their screaming match, his headache was pounding his brain like a rampaging elephant. "I should get more rest." Mot admitted. Rest may or may not be actual sleeping, but it would involve little to no movement regardless.