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All this learning was really starting to get to the young pink haired demon. His mind was running a mile a minute and it had forgotten its gym pants! How rude. But that didn't stop Charlie from heading over toward the reaper dorms to find, errrr, bother his best friend in the world Mac. Nope. It only encouraged him.

He'd actually some how made it to the correct dorms this time. Who needed to know how to read when you had such a great sense of direction right? Only Charlies since of direction was something -special-. Seriously, it was a miracle of some sort the demon had made it to the correct dorms with out help.

"Hmmmmm..." Charlie stared at the entrance door to the reapers dorm house for a moment. "HMMMMMM..." It was now that Charlie realized he didn't exactly know what room Mac lived in. As often as the lads hung out the two had not really gone back to each others dorms. This was going to be trouble some. Maybe Charlies great since of direction would bail him out again. Maybe ? Probably not.

So Charlie opened the door and headed down a random hall way. This wasn't going to be easy.

There was a feeling that Mac just couldn't shake. It was like, nagging him. Annoying him in the back of his mind. He did his best to ignore it, but he just couldn't.

His Charlie senses were tingling.

Mac did his best to ignore them, perhaps thinking that he was imagining things or that he just wanted Charlie to be looking for him; he was getting bored, after all. Still, those Charlie senses kept tingling and, in order to shut them up, decided to actually leave the comforts of his room to go and find him. Jacket slung over his shoulder and hat fitted comfortably on his head, the Reaper wandered out and started his rounds down the floors, one after another.

"....HAH. I KNEW IT!" Mac called out, pointing dramatically down the hallway, though he was pointing at what he assumed to be Mot's back, he could see the short pink haired demon just beyond the tall cowboy. "Whoa wait, you're here too?!" He chirped, mostly to Mot though he never specified.

Was this kid for real? Not the brightest bulb was he? Oh well. Mot smirked a bit, waiting for his question when Mac's voice echoed in the hall. Mot looked over his shoulder, eyeing the other reaper. Knew what? Who was here too?
He looked back to Charlie, who also yelled out. Seems they knew each other. How nice! He'd have another friend---

...

Mot's mouth formed a devious smile. This kid was hilarious, and Mot's mischievous side kicked into action. Mot kept his focus on Charlie, his creepy smile lingering. "No. Do no listen to him, Mac. I have lots of wonderful candy in my van. You should come too~. The more the merrier."

Charlie frowned deeper. This was serious. There was the van and the candy and Mac had no chance of resisting such a temptation.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He flailed. "IM THE REAL ONE MAC! THIS GUY HERES TO TALL AND NOT PINK AND !!!" Charlie ran in a circle around Mot flailing his arms.

Oh, it was super hard for the Reaper to keep a straight face. But he was managing it, somehow. He nearly lost it when Charlie started to run around Mot, but he managed to get away with a strain to keep the smile off his lips.

"I don't know, Mot...his hair is pink, I think that's a pretty trustworthy colour..." Which it wasn't, considering the other pinkie he knew. "And your name is pretty close to Moat..." Mac grinned, putting his hat back on his head to thoughtfully scratch at his chin...and then reached out to grab the flailing Demon's arm, at least getting him to stop before he got sick...or before he got sick watching him.

"Besides, I think Pirates are way cooler than Cowboys, don'tcha think, Charlie?"

"Hey hey. Cowboys have plenty of boo-tay." Mot retorted with a flamboyant hand wave. "And last that I had checked, Black is the new Pink." Mot huffed, spinning on his heel to turn his back to the pair."Such ignorance, I just cannot deal with it."

Mot was pretty sure that was the limit to his ridiculous meter. Or was it? He turned again, folding his arms over his chest. "Are you really sure you wanna go with a Cotton Candy Pirate over me?" He sniffled, and covered his face with his hands. "I..I thought we had something, Mac! How could you~."

Charlie was beginning to get worried. This cowboy had the logic of a freaking -wizard- man. A -wizard-. This was bad. Black indeed could be the new pink.

But Mac pulled through even after all the trickery that was Mot the stranger. In an impressive display of awesomeness the green hatted reaper had caught the stranger. But now Charlie was distracted by how awesome Mac just was.

"BRO! THAT WAS AWESOMEEEE! HOW DID YOU! AND HE WAS LIKE!!" Charlie flailed a bit as he went on " JUST WHOOOOOOAHHHHH! MY MIND IS BLOWN! DO IT TO ME NEXT MAC! I WANT TO LEARN!"

"Hazing? Naw." Mac chuckled, still holding onto the poor new kid. "This is fun between fri---"

"..."

Mac stared at Charlie for a moment. Watching the Demon 'mimic' him (read: flail), and then...he started to laugh. Loudly. Poor Mot, whose head was stuck just below Mac's. Then, helpfully, he just dropped the Cowboy, releasing the hold on him without taking a moment to make sure Mot was properly back on his feet. Well, that wasn't his problem!

"Sure, man. Come here." Mac invited, glancing at Mot with a tilt of his head that probably meant that if the other Reaper wanted to leave, he should do it now.