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 Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:08 pm
Wishful thinking. of course she was home. Those intimidating and precise clacks of his mother's heels radiated into through nerves every time. Mot managed a cheesy grin as he always did when he saw his mother.
"Howdy, mother. This is my friend, Lizzy. Lizzy, this is my mother." He introduced her, both hands pointed toward the ghoul in a showcasing manner. He'd never brought a friend home before, and with good reason. His mother was scary.
"Um, Lizzy came to town to visit me, but she missed the train. Could she spend the night?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:23 pm
She could now fully understand what Mot meant by his mother being intimidating and scary.
Slowly, she straightened up, tilting her head up to take a closer look at the woman - to her surprise, she looked more like Mac in person than in the photo. Dark eyes, those brown curls... She found herself staring a bit before blushing and dipping her head in greeting after Mot was done with the introductions, "Evening, Mrs. O'Boyle."
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:39 pm
"Hello, Mot." His Mother said pointedly, her gaze narrowing just so. Where did he think he was? A Rodeo? Sigh, that boil of hers. "Good evening, my dear." There was nothing warming about her voice, but her words suggested she was at least trying to play the part. Sort of. "You must be the Arachnid Demon my dearest-" Was that word spoken with slathered sarcasm? Curious! "-had mentioned. I do apologize that you have had the misfortune of "befriending" both boils in my household." Mot's question granted him a hard stare, her lips flatlining as she considered.
"She may." Black eyes were back on the Demoness again, dark eyes calculating.
"As my darling son has graciously offered to sleep in the basement with his Father, you may have his room for the night." The Necromancer told Lizzy, her hand curled in front of her mouth to no doubt to hide the twisted smirk that donned her lips at Mot's oh-so-unspoken offer She did not, however, move out of their way.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:50 pm
Horror. Sheer, pure horror. Mot's face had it.
No.. no not his father! Not spending the whole entire night with his dad! No! Vadernoooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!
Mot grimaced, clenching his gloved hands into fists, trying not to throw any kind of tantrum in front of Lizzy. It would do not good. Instead, he cracked his knuckles as his fingers flexed at his sides, rolling his neck, trying to relax. "Awesome." He replied, smiling unevenly. Oooh his mother was clever. So clever.
"Mind if I show her upstairs then?" He asked, eyebrow twitching. "She's about ready to pass out. Long day, and all that."
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 2:03 am
"Ah, but they are both very lovely," She replied with a nod and a slight tilt of the head; sure, Mot's father was a little odd but he was funny! In fact, she found herself more intimidated by his mother than his father - she seemed like the type of person to be a difficult customer, intentionally or not... Whoops, she should have kept her mouth shut, shouldn't she?
When she gave her permission to stay over, Lizzy's face lit up and she would have cheered if not for the fact that she was still trying really hard not to make Mot's mother hate her or something, "Oh! Thank you!" Despite how she had insisted on taking a cab home earlier, she felt about ready to pass out.
Mot's reaction, however, got her a little worried, but she resisted from doing anything; the hair ruffling and head pats could wait for when his mother wasn't staring at them.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 4:58 am
What Mot didn't know was that Papa O'Boyle was currently passed out face down on his bed in the basement. It was the slumber of a man who had accidentally ingested a little too much sleeping poison with his dinner. The culprit? Certainly not his Wife, who had lovingly prepared his meal for him that night.
That was her story, and she was sticking to it. How else was he going to stop long enough to get a decent sleep? What loving Wife DIDN'T poison her husband? Mot was actually safe from any loud, self-centered ramblings.
And yet, for now?
She would let Mot squirm.
"Lovely? Hm." She repeated, rolling the word around her tongue as if tasting it for the first time...and not enjoying a moment of it. Well, at least it was an interesting word to apply to both males in her life. "You're welcome." She said simply to the polite ghoul; she didn't show it, but she did like her. Manners were important you see, and since Mot tended to have little she tried to enjoy what she was given. "You may." Permission to leave was granted.
As she stepped aside, she would watch them as they made their retreat upstairs. She was silent until they were nearly out of sight, piping up at the last moment as she tended to do. "Do remember to keep your hands to yourself." Who was she talking to? It was a mystery~! The ghoul was a pretty one and the first one to ever come home for the night, and Mama would not be having scandalous relations in her house.
Though the idea of Mot being intimatly scandalous was nothing short of a very hilarious joke.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 8:48 am
Oh, he was squirming alright.
good, they were allowed to pass. Mot motioned for Lizzy to follow him, slipping past his mother with a nervous grin. This probably looked so wrong! A teenage boil bringing a pretty ghoul up to his room. The idea made him sick to his stomach.
He nearly tripped over his own two feet at his mother`s comment from downstairs, pale skin flushing red. "I don`t need you to tell me that!" He yelled back, rubbing his face with both hands. He reached his bedroom, which wasn't far, seeing as there were only three doors to choose from in the small hallway. Mot's bedroom window faced the street, the room itself was barren since all of his personal touches were back at Amityville. However, there was still a bed and spare linens taken from the closet, seeing as sometimes Mot did like to sleep when he could.
"Ah, well, this is it. Did you need to pass out right away then?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 9:53 am
She followed him up the stairs, glad that Mot's mother was staying downstairs; her comment caused her to blush, and Mot's yell earned a soft giggle from her, although she remained quiet. As she entered his room, she couldn't help feeling a little more awake, excited about everything - not that there was much to see.
Checking behind Mot, just in case his mother had decided to follow, she then enveloped Mot in a quick hug before smiling up at him, "Night night, Mot." Her hair was quickly let down, the accessory she was gifted tucked safely into her bag before she climbed under the covers. Closing her eyes, she yawned once before curling up and promptly falling asleep.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 9:52 am
Mot returned the hug, waving softly as he left the room.
When Mot made his sad trip to the basement, he was bother relieved and irritated to find his father asleep.
Mot had been trolled.
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