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Mot's head turned, his attention on Lizzy's spreading arms. He did it! He fixed things! The reaper smiled, leaning over and giving the ghoul a tight hug. Never, ever would he ever take that for granted again. That was too scary, thinking Lizzy would avoid hugging him. He liked hugging Lizzy. Sure, she was usually cold as ice to the touch, but she was Lizzy. He felt like he needed to keep her warm. He liked being needed.

Releuctantly he let her go, since a hug shouldn't last forever, especially in a public park. "Oh, that reminds me." Mot reached into the bag and pulled out the hair accessory he'd gotten from the store. "Here, it's for you."

Mot watched with a pleased smile as Lizzy received her gift. A faint tint of red flushed his cheeks as she undid her hair, braiding it up ever so nicely. She really did have lovely hair.

"Great. It suits you." Mot answered fondly, trying his best to ignore the dozens of bats beating against his stomach. Aaaah! Too much! Why was Lizzy always so cute?! The reaper scratched his cheek and averted his gaze for now. He wondered how often she might wear it.

Mot watched on as Lizzy went about taking pictures, admiring her from afar as he inclined himself to do. It's all he allowed himself to do.

"Oh, I'm glad you like it." The reaper smiled warmly. She seemed really happy. "Well, if you get hungry, I can take you to the cafe. Just let me know, cause waiting for me to get hungry is a life sentence."

The pair made their way to the little cafe Mot had told her about. While Lizzy probably ate an actual meal, Mot settled for a coffee. He was rarely hungry. The dinner conversation was light, and eventually Mot walked Lizzy back to his own street.

"So, when are you heading back?" Mot asked curiously. The day was getting late, after all, and it was a long train ride to Amity.

Mot looked worriedly at the time, his arms crossing in front of him as he thought a moment. "Will you make it i time for your train?" If she missed her train, where would she go? She was a demon, so money might not be the worst of issues, but making her spend the night alone in some hotel in a strange town?

Mot waited for an answer.

Mot hesitated, watching Lizzy. She looked ready to pass out. She took the time to visit him, a long long train ride, just to see him for a day.

He hesitated further..

"Uh.." Mot stammered, rubbing his arm. "Well, that would be an expensive cab ride." Mot pointed out. He seemed at war with himself a while, and finally just sighed. "Come back to my house. I'll let you stay the night." Mot was scared of two things; angering Mac if he knew, and Lizzy having to meet his mother.

"It doesn't matter. You're falling asleep on the spot here. Come on." Mot offered his hand, ready to lead Lizzy back to his house.
Oh Jack, what would his mother say?
"You can take my room. I don't sleep anyway." Mot reminded her, bashfully rubbing his neck. They walked along the cobble stone streets. There were no longer as many people meandering in the residential area, as the pumpkin sun had now nearly set in the sky.

Mot took Lizzy back to his house, hesitation a moment before opening the door for Lizzy and stepping in himself. "Hello?" He called out wearily.

At first there was silence. One might have hoped that the house's occupants had gone to bed. Alas, it was a foolish hope. Soon came the clack, clack, clack of strategically placed steps from one of the back rooms.

"Don't be ridiculous." She said, still come distance away. "If you honestly felt that way, you wouldn't do it." The closer she became the louder those imposing heels echoed off the minimal decor and fairly bare walls, but the clacking did end as she stopped in the adjacent doorway, her weight on one leg and her arms folded across her stomach.

"However I do appreciate your manners and since it is very rare that my wayward son brings home a guest, let me instead Welcome you into my home." There was a fleeting hint of a welcoming smile on her face, but her stance did not change. What was obvious though, was those hard black eyes examining her from head to toe before flicking towards her son. Surprisingly, she had nothing to say to him; or perhaps was she waiting for him to explain himself? They were getting home late, and that was a rather pretty ghoul at his side after all.