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Leaning forward to rest his elbows onto his knees, Shun thought about the whole thing about field trips.

"Who knows.. I've really only heard about the last two before the one we attended. Apparently the one before ours involved those Hunters as well. The one before was just some crazy trip to Christmas or something like that," he frowned. Why they would want to go to Christmas was still beyond him.

Either way, they weren't exactly what he would expect from a field trip. He didn't expect to come back from one feeling useless.

As for the hat, that was a good question as well. He recalled the guy not having it in the canyon but he thought he might have just dropped it in the chaos. But here too he noticed a distinct lack of a black blob on top of Mot's head.

Mitsu could see how the field trips were meant to make them stronger....but what had happened in the end. That hadn't been planned...had it? They had lost a Professor and the hunters were trying to turn them into weapons from what she had gathered. Though, Mitsu couldn't deny that if Shun went she would probably go too. Any of her friends for that matter. She wanted to do better to protect them. She needed to train harder.

She winced a bit though hearing that Mot's hat had been destroyed...and in so many ways. "I'm..sorry to hear that." She knew that he relied on his hat like she had her mask, though, she hadn't had her mask in some time now. It was odd to think about how she had left feeling insecure about not having it on and came back not feeling quite the same. Maybe she had grown over the trip if only a little.

The thought of going to Christmas though, it intrigued Mitsu as much as it worried her. While the cheery atmosphere would probably get to her after a while she wanted to see all the snow. There was supposed to be a lot of it.

Mot nodded. There was an understanding, a knowing that they were still students, still weak. The field trips were a means to get stronger, and to bring their heads back to the reality that there was always room to grow. That is, once they got over the initial blow.

"Wait.. what?" Mot blinked, quirking an arched brow high. Pink dress? What did that even mean? Shun had a strange sense of humor. "I.. guess that's a good thing, yes."

"What she said. Some weird s**t went down and the things we were wearing were all changed on us," he said with a frown. Shun was going to need to get a new jacket at some point for sure but that didn't mean he wasn't at least a little agitated about how things went down. It was one thing for it to just get trashed, but the jacket had been in decent condition before it got changed!

He let out a small huff at the thought.

As soon as Mot reminded Mitsu of her of her lack of apparel, a bright blush crossed her face. At the time she didn't care, she had been to scared, injured, and tired to care. Now that it all had settled in she realized how embarrassed she should have been.

"I..It...my clothes....cookie..." Great way to explain. Mitsu couldn't get her words out now in her embarrassment and fumbled over her sentences like a toddler learning to speak. Falling silent Mitsu dipped her head trying to hide her face in her hair. Oh yay bangs, she could hide her face now. Perfect. Thank you new hair cut.

Oh dear. Had he touched on something unsettling? Mitsu was babbling about spookies, and it honestly made less sense than the pink dresses. Shun el;aborated and honestly? It still made no sense.

Mot slowly blinked, staring up at the pair with an almost dizzy look in his eyes. "I'm clearly dreaming here. You two are nuts. At least it's not another nightmare." Mot rubbed his head and sighed. "Wearing cookies and eating the cookie suits.. jackets becoming gowns. What happened after that? A giant glass of milk try to drown you?" Mot giggled at himself, looking more like he was laughing because he was tired.

"Ha ha.. actually I got turned into a Boo. That was trippy. I wonder if that really happened." He asked himself straight faced, leaning to one side as he pondered.

Was that a ... giggle? That was a little disturbing to hear. Shun stared at the cowboy, unable to see that he was looking pretty tired, though apparently something was up going off of what Mitsu said. Then again, he was talking a little strangely it sounded. Perhaps he was just imagining that, however.

It was hard deciphering the situation.

"Perhaps he needs more rest after all," he murmured, "Mot, do you think you can make it back downstairs on your own alright?"