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The hatted reaper was spending his day shining up some of his collection of display pistols. They ere not functioning weapons, merely replicas, but they were mostly for decoration anyway. Homework? Sure, he did homework. It was right on the other side of the room growing in a jar. That was homework, working on itself. Good job, homework!

Mot sat back after a while, stretching his arms behind his head and leaning on the back two legs of his chair, when his phone suddenly buzzed on the table, startling the boil. With a yelp, he fell backward, tumbling head over heel.

After a short moment, he crawled to the desk, reaching for his offending eyephone and dragging it down with him. With a grunt he leaned on his desk from the floor, checking the phone. Oh, it was Lizzy! She was coming over, with Fluffy. Ah yes, he did invite her over sort of didn't he?
Mot responded with a "Looking forward to it!" before looking over his room.

Uh... huh. Kind of a mess. The desk with his cleaning equipment could be left as is, but this floor covered in clothes, boots and Jack knew what else needed to go! This was no way to impress a guest. Mot was about to tidy up, when he looked back to his desk.
Oh... there was a spot he missed on a shotgun. No no, that would not do at all! Mot leaned over and grabbed a cleaning rag, working on the nasty spot he had missed.

Well, though he meant to be only a second, he started to get right back into cleaning again, forgetting about his room.

Mot had gotten into his hobby so deeply, he had forgotten about Lizzy coming over. That is, until there was a knock at the door. Mot paused his work, looking behind him at the mess of laundry on the floor. Oh right... that.

Lizzy called him out and knocked again, which resulted in Mot yelling out, "Just a sec!" As nicely as he could while rushing around his room, kicking his things into a pile and shoving it all under his bed.

There! A clean room!

Dusting off his hands and a proud strut to the door, Mot opened the door and smiled at Lizzy... and Fluffy Jr. "Hey guys~. Come on in." Mot stood aside and held out an arm towards his so very awesomely tidy room.
Which had been tidy all that time.
Yep.

"Fluffy is looking slick, I must say." Mot complimented, eyeing the bling and hat. "I approve." He was not biased. Not at all. Who said he was? Lies! "How are you?" He asked to Lizzy. No, not to Fluffy.

"I really am. You doubted me?" He asked with a grin. He was proud his room was being admired. He did work ever so hard on it, after all.

Mot nodded, smirking at Fluffy again with its double patches and cowboil hat. Adorable, in a fail kind of way. He returned the hug all too happily, slipping his thumbs in his pocket after ward. "I am! I love a good party." He replied with a smile. "Good excuse to fancy things up a bit."

Mot grinned at her joke. A life sized Epony indeed. "Might get a bit cramped in here if I did."

Mot's grin remained, nodding. "Oh all kinds of parties." He grin subsided for a modest smile. "Parties I hated, parties I snuck in on, all kinds." Mot nodded as Lizzy suggested he pull out the clothes for prom. He hadn't done much, actually. He had a separate place in his closet for good clothes, so what more did he need to do himself? Mot walked across the room to open closet for Lizzy. The clothes were all wild west themed. All of them. Not one article of clothing wasn't from the wild west era. Luckily, he had quite an assortment of more refined articles of clothing, from sharp suits to fancy leather trench coats.

Mot watched Lizzy silently as she almost let slip a word she obviously didn't say. He could two and two after hearing her corrected question. He smirked at her obvious cover up, amused. "Nope." He answered simply. He could tease her, but he wouldn't. Not right then, anyway.

All the while, beady not-eyes watched.

"Oh. Yes, I do." Mot said with a nod of his head. "I think its mulling around in the closet somewhere with the other minipets."

"My hat." He echoed, as she eyed his prized possession. "Yes." He quipped back without a pause. Never not hat.

Mot laughed at Lizzy's shock, grinning ear to ear. "You think? Hahaha! I dunno, I guess I'm not trying hard enough." He chuckled a bit after, finding the idea of being a ladies man hilarious. Even though he totally was, whether he meant to or not. He tilted his head a bit at her question, crossing his arms in thought. "I dunno. I hadn't thought about asking someone, honestly." The only ghouls he knew were... well hey now, he only knew Lizzy, since she was the only ghoul he'd spent the most time with.

Mot watched as Lizzy poured through his clothes, using her powers of clothing know how to find the perfect combo. "You really know what you're doing." He commented idly. "Did a lot of people ask for help other than me?" Maybe Lizzy was a busy gal!

Mot took the collection of clothes Lizzy had offered him, draping them over his shoulder. "Oh I will. This thing ever comes off." Leave the hat on. Such a silly thing to say. The only time he took it off was when he couldn't wear it, or that fateful orientation at Fitness club when he wore a hoodie instead. Brrrr. He felt a chill thinking about it.

Before Mot left to change, he watched Lizzy as she said something else. Was she asking if he'd like her to go with him? But she seemed like she didn't mean to say it. Did she not mean that? "Sure, if you want to be." He said with a smile. "Be right back." He never had a second thought about saying yes. Any ghoul who asked he would have said yes.

Mot left Lizzy for a moment to go into the bathroom to change. He liked the clothes she picked, but he liked all his clothes. Still, an excellent combo! He had some boots with spurs that would look great with it!

A while later, Mot emerged, fully dressed. "How is it?" he asked, walking in a circle for her to see.

"Oh? What will you be doing in the future? Fashion consultant?" That's what it seemed like to him anyway. Fitting for her.

See what I did there?

Had Mot overheard Lizzy's conversation with Lizzy, he'd have laughed. Seeing as she seemed so surprised that he had said yes, as if were an uncertain outcome.

Was she blushing? Probably, but Mot was kind of used to her doing that. Was he that dashing? Mot strode toward the bed where Lizzy had laid the coats. Oh, he did like these ones. Of course he loved all his clothes, but still. Mot took the one she offered and slipped into it, adjusting the collar as the coat rested onto his shoulders. "How is this one?" He asked, not bothering to look for himself just yet. Lizzy knew what she was taling about, and she was now his Prom date partner, she she got full say in what he wore for sure now.