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Hel’s entire face was pulled into a deep frown as she stared at her tub’s faucet.

No hot water, really? The reaper had no idea why there wasn’t any hot water coming out, though secretly she liked to pretend it was all Freya’s fault someway somehow, even if it didn’t hold an ounce of truth. Hel muttered a foreign curse under her breath, now feeling a tad grumpy as she stared about her room. She really wanted to shower…but not in cold water.

Maybe she should go check and see if she could use Freya’s? Mmm…nah. Who knew what her sister was up to…and since her room was right next to hers, maybe hers wasn’t working either…where to now….OH. Hel perked up immediately. She could use Mot’s.

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Ah. This was wonderful.

Hel stood in a shower stall that was not her own, and thrived on the stream of hot water that rained upon her. Like she said, she had no idea why hers wasn’t working, but thank Jack Mot’s was! The cowboil had actually been dozing when she quietly wandered in…so that way she let him be and just helped herself to the bathroom.

The reaper couldn’t help herself. She was a rather curious ghoul. She poked through Mot’s collection of shower items, opening bottles of shampoo and conditioner and gave them a sniff. Oh…so that’s what helped to make him smell so nice. No, she wasn’t creeping, not at all. After ‘borrowing’ some of that shampoo and conditioner, Hel lathered her own hair up and rinsed it out, and then deemed this shower done. Couldn’t exactly hog up all of Mot’s hot water, that’d be mean!

Hel stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the nearby towels and started to dry herself off. She hummed under her breath, but immediately paused as she noted something. Her pile of clothes she laid out on top of the toilet seat had been disturbed. No actually…her tunic top was missing. Her eyes narrowed, and a movement of cloth out of the corner of her eye had her on the move. It was…going underneath the sink? The ghoul lunged and grabbed the end of her tunic before it disappeared into the cabinet entirely, and tugged on it, only to find something tugging on it back. “What the…” Hel hissed under her breath, and flung open one of the cabinet doors.

Upon doing so, she was immediately greeted by a loud, snarling hiss and a swipe of a rather sharp claw. The valkyrie stared in disbelief. Was that…a cat mini!? There was no time to ponder though, it was trying to take her tunic top! Hel abandoned her hold on her towel, letting it pool to her feet as she now had a tug of war over her tunic with Cat.

How was this mini so strong!? Hel could barely get it to budge, much less let go of her tunic. “I’ll make mittens out of you!” She snarled at the mini, glaring into its narrowed eyes as she tried to pull as hard as she could. The mini only glared back, letting out more hisses of its own and angry howls, and one or two times tried to take more swipes at her.

Seemed the surprises weren’t done.

Hel was so focused on this war with Cat, that she didn’t hear Mot approach the door at all…not until he kicked it open anyways.

The reaper twisted her torso around, her wings flaring out instinctively to try and ward off this newcomer who happened to be pointing his weapons at her. But then he yelped and quickly turned around. Oh well, threat not a problem anymore. This lull in concentration was all Cat needed, and with one hard tug, the next sound that would be heard was the sound of Hel’s tunic shredding into two pieces. The cabinet door slammed shut with a loud bang, and Hel, now with no force to pull on her, ended up stumbling back into the bathroom wall, smacking her head against it as well.

“Ow!” Hel cried out, sliding down to the floor as she grabbed the back of her head. “Jeg vil bruke tarmene som tann tanntråd!” She screamed at the cabinet.

((1= Barely touched / 20= Cat messed Hel up))

There was only one thing that existed at the moment.

Cat.

Hel stared at her half of tunic with fury. If Cat thought he was getting away with this, he was wrong.

The next thing Mot would hear from the kitchen would be a series of loud bangs, followed the sound of thumping, Nordic cursing and screaming, and Cat yowls and hisses running in a constant stream for a good 2 minutes until it was silenced by another loud bang.

A moment of silence.

Another loud band and then a ghoulish shriek of rage.

“NOT THE TOWEL TOO!” Hel howled before it was accented by some more loud banging sounds, and then finally, silence once more.

The door to the bathroom swung open, and Hel marched out, scowling. She was wearing her bloomer bottoms and her wet hair was just a tousled mess from the scuffle she had just gotten in. The ghoul was also sporting some scratches here and there on her hands, but nothing too bad, luckily. Draped around her neck and, thankfully covering her chest, was another towel. Hel scowled as she stopped in the door way to the kitchen, and just stared at Mot with a look that said ‘this battle isn’t over.’

“What?” Hel scowled as she watched him turn away and cover his eyes. “I’m covered! Sweet Sally.” She blew some strands of hair out of her eyes.

“I’m alright, I suppose.” She grumbled. “I am going to turn that…that thing into mittens though! Mark my words, Mot! It tore my sleep tunic into pieces!” Hel seemed to get worked up again at the thought, and let out an exasperated sigh. “I’ll be back.” She muttered, and turned to stomp out of the room and back to her own.

Once there, she pulled on her ‘regular’ bloomer bottoms, and laid out a new tunic top and went to her dresser to grab a new bra. Hel opened the drawer and the next thing she knew, there was a white fluff shooting out of it and it made a beeline for her door and…wait..how did her door just open and…was that one of her bras in its mouth!?. Why was all her clothing being taken or destroyed today!?

Hel quickly grabbed a new one and slammed the dresser drawer shut, pulled on that and her new tunic top, grabbed her hair brush, a school bag by the wall, and then chased it out, slamming her door right behind her. The white fluff made a bee line for Mot’s room, and she was quickly to follow, bursting into the boil’s room where she made a dive at Foo-Foo.

Don’t disturb him? BAH! She didn’t! He just stole her tunic without warning! Rararara!

Hel, now though, had Foo-Foo tucked firmly under one arm while she tried wrestling her bra away from him with the other. “Give it to me, now!” She hissed as the rascally FoxFire. The reaper rolled on the floor, and jerked her head up to give Mot a look. “I didn’t even do anything this morning!” She wailed. “That rotten Cat stole my tunic while I was in the shower, and then this…this furry jacker was in my dresser drawer!”

Hel was determined not to lose another article of clothing today, so she wrestled Foo-Foo hard for her bra. When the mini-pet let go of it because Mot scolded him though, the reaper was relieved, and let him go. She balled up the article of clothing and stuffed it into her school bag. She then watched as Foo-Foo was sentenced to the closet of shame, and she watched with glee. The reaper huffed, and stood up, straightening out her tunic. Hel pulled an apron out of her bag and slipped it on, tying it in the back before turning to Mot a bit gratefully.

“…Thank you.” She straightened out her bag then. “…Hey…um…” She glanced down at her bare toes. “…I have something to ask of you…”

“…Would you mind if I did some of my homework here?”

Despite all the stuff that had been happening to them as of late, they still had homework, and Hel had been neglecting hers a bit. With all the other things going on in addition to the surprise events on Amity, she put off some of her writing assignments, and she had resolved to get them done today…and what a great day it was so far. Sheesh.