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Hel sang merrily to herself as she climbed up the stairs (she had wings, why she still used the stairs was anyone’s guess), opening the door that led out to her floor and moved down the hall. She paused and fell silent though as she turned the corner, hearing her name, and was greeted by the sight of a cowboil pounding on her door. Oh? What was this?

The reaper grinned as she quietly moved down the hall until she was standing right next to the tall boil, staring up at him. “I don’t think she’s in her room right now!” Hel suddenly and loudly announced, hoping to startle him.

Aaah…music to her ears.

Hel looked a bit perplexed though as Mot scuttled away, and held his arms out like he was trying to…repel her? Sheesh. “Is that supposed to be an attempt at a hug?” She asked skeptically with a brow raised, before giving a nod of her head. “Indeed, here I am!”

The valkyrie placed her hands on her hips as the cowboil said he had a favor to ask, and she tilted her head as she listened. “Okay…go on friend…” She goaded, interested in hearing what he had to say.

Hel pouted now. “You don’t want to hug me? Alright then.” Whether she was yanking his chain could be left up to debate, for as soon as the pout appeared, it disappeared as soon as the reaper went into detail about this favor.

The valkyrie seemed very interested as he explained what him and Roch were up to, a hand coming up to tap her chin thoughtfully. “Ah, I see! You two are training then?” Of course that would be something she’d be very interested in! Hel now blinked as Mot smiled, much like an over-enthusiastic child, and found it to be…uh….endearing, to say the least, but when it became apparent that he came to her to ask if she’d make him something? Well, she was just swelling with pride! Eager to please, this was something Hel wouldn’t turn down. “Psshaw, it won’t be cheaply made.” The reaper dismissed that thought with a wave of her hand haughtily. Hel Brynhildr did not make cheap things.

She took the pellet guns with offered, looking them over before tucking them under an arm. “You got it, friend. I’ll have them done in no time.” She chirped, reaching into her apron and digging around for her room key, and unlocked the door before swinging it open. She then marched into her room, leaving the door open for Mot to follow, and placed the guns on her leather working table. The reaper then moved over to her bed, dropping to the floor and fished around underneath it, looking for something.

She actually did want a hug, and her expression turned into a hopeful one, until he teased her. Hel frowned. “…Not anymore, I don’t.” A stubborn little brat, she was, that one!

Regardless, the reaper was now wiggling around under her bed, her feet sticking out as the sound of boxes being shuffled was heard. “If I’m going to do something, I’m going to do it right!” Was her muffled reply. So yes, Hel would do the job and she would do it well, whether it was childish or not, but as far as she was concerned, there was nothing childish about training. “I don’t know friend…” She started, finding the box she was looking for and pulled it out, wiggling backwards until she reappeared. “Can you? I do imagine that hat gets in the way sometimes.” She grinned up at Mot teasingly as she picked up the box and brought it over to her work table.

The valkyrie cracked it open, revealing a lot of leather pieces, some plain, not used yet, some half worked on, and quite a few belts. Hel rifled through it until she found two good leather belts that were already finished, and placed those aside, as she then dug around for the perfect pieces of unused leather.

She was…actually kind of bothered that he didn’t want to hug her. Would she admit that? Jack no! “Bet if it was Lizzy you would ~” She sang out teasingly, just to get back at him. She’d see how Mot accepted the hug from the friendly ghoul at the festival, and how he was motivated to flip her after she used the spider demoness in a make believe scenario.

The reaper pulled out a few good leather pieces, along with thinner, leather strips that seemed to resemble string, a thick, sharp needle, and a box cutter. She paused, look up over her shoulder at Mot. “…You can get a stool you know, friend.” Hel stated, pointing at one nearby as she took a seat at the one at the table already. While he was doing that, she put the box down, and put one of the guns onto the leather piece, and digging a special chalk like tool out of her apron, started to trace it.

Unluckily for Mot, Hel did notice. “Dear Jack!” She cried out in mock horror. “I didn’t know I had a tomato for a friend!” Sadly, with Mot’s pale skin and rather dark hair framing his face, in addition to the dark hat, it really wasn’t helping him out. No, it was more like it highlighted him.

She finished tracing the gun, and placed it off to the side as she then pulled out the box cutter, pushing the switch until the sharp blade appeared. “Yes.” She replied, still able to maintain the conversation while she focused on cutting out the piece of leather. “Learned from my father.” She informed. “Some of my sisters have dabbled in the hobby, but none of them really got into it like I did…and Freya is really into making charts and graphs…” Hel commented off handedly. “None of us have any idea where that came from.” Once the piece was cut out, the valkyrie looked it over before tracing it three more times.

Hel just laughed as she heard the sound of a palm meeting a face, and lucky for the grim reaper, left it at that.

She snorted at the special comment though, amused. “Oh yes, very special.” She agreed as she finished cutting out all of the pieces and laid the four of them out in a line across the table. Hel dumped the larger leather piece back into the box, and then opened up one of the drawers on the table, and peered down into it thoughtfully. Hmm…what kind of decorative designs did she want to put on these…probably different ones, one for Mot and one for Roch…

She reached in and pulled out what looked like a few metal stamps, along with a metal mallet and placed them on the table. “Oh…so how’s the newest batch of stew, friend?” She question curiously, aligning two pieces just right as she then picked up one of the embellished metal stamps and placed it over the leather piece, and then used the metal mallet to hammer it on the leather.