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 Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 9:46 pm
So the day had been picked out, but Hel had changed the plans up a bit. First it was ‘meet me in the hall’ and then it turned into a text to Mot that said something along the lines of ‘Meet me at the train station before such and such time’ Yadda yadda yadda.
Hel flipped her phone shut and stuffed it into a pocket of her loose tank top, smiling a bit as she eyed the two round trip train tickets she had just bought. Mot may have said that he wanted to take her, but like hell that Hel was going to let him pay for things. That hadn’t changed at all since she had known him. Thus the ghoul waited for the cowboil on the train platform, adjusting her leather sandals before resting her hands on her hips. She was, oddly enough, not in her usual attire today. No, much less layers…more casual…since they were going to be out in the hot pumpkin sun all day, the time called for it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 9:52 pm
Mot found it curious Hel changed the battle plans. Why did she suddenly want to meet at the station? Regardless, he got himself ready and headed out. Mot was known to wear a lot of layers, but with the weather being as it was, he dressed down.
It was too hot for his poncho, or a jacket, or even his beloved chaps.
So instead he settled for his favorite boots, jeans, collared shirt and a vest with tie. He tied up his hair to keep it off his neck and was ready for the hot pumpkin sun. Being outside for long periods of time was not terribly common for him. He preferred twilight walks and midnight jaunts to midday outings.
Mot made his way and found himself at the station, where a buxom Valkyrie was waiting. "Oh wow.. you look lovely today, Hel." Mot complimented, unused to seeing her without her many layers and plated boots.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 9:59 pm
Hel, never good at waiting, was rocking on the balls of her feet as Mot approached. The sound of his voice snapped her to a stand still and she spun on her heel, actually grinning when she saw him. “Why thank you! I would say the same to you as well, but that is redundant, as you always look so.” She then closed the distance between them and waved a train ticket in his face before pressing it his chest, slipping it into a vest pocket as well.
“There you are!” Just so that he couldn’t start to argue, she then spun on her heel again and made her way to the train. “Come along now, Motty~”
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 10:06 pm
Mot smiled proudly, always flattered to hear she liked the way he dressed. He always put effort into his appearance, after all.
Mot's mouth gaped open as she flaunted the tickets, so ready to scold her. Buying the tickets? But he said he would take her! A gentlemen buys the lady her way! As she stuffed said ticked into his pockets, he gave a sigh. Maybe he could stuff some seeds in her pocket when she least suspected it. For now, he accepted her gracious gift. "Thank you. You really shouldn't have." He said with a resigned sigh and chuckle.
"Coming~." He called back following her with his hands in his pockets. Her nickname for him always put a little smile on his face.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 10:19 pm
Hel said nothing on the matter, handing her ticket when prompted as she boarded the train, and instead made a bee line for the first available set of seats.
The ghoul slid right in and next to the window, bouncing a bit in her seat as she waited for Mot to join her. This felt…nice. They hadn’t done anything like this really well…since her sister’s wedding. Once again, this felt rather surreal as well…with all that had happened, and now she was back in his good graces and they were off to see the ocean and ride a Ferris wheel, something they had talked about for a while prior to…well…everything. Hel rested her chin in her hand, smiling a bit as she looked out the window.
As soon as Mot took his seat though, he’d find his leg poked playfully by her foot.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 10:25 pm
Mot handed over his ticket, and intended to take a seat across from Hel. Not only so he could face who he spoke to, but it also gave him access to his own window. Or at least, that was the plan. It seemed this train did not have seats that faced each other, and worked more like a bus.
Well.. fine.
He instead sat right next to her. As he leaned back he felt something poking his leg. Upon looking down he saw it was Hel.
He nudged her back in retaliation.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 10:30 pm
Hel snorted and giggled as Mot nudged her back, and nudged him in return before looking over at him.
“…Ah…no window for you! But I do offer my lap—“ She patted it “To you if you want to look out it that bad.” She grinned a bit. “…But I am sure you can find other things to look at from there as well.” Hel waggled her brows at him, not to subtly making a gesture at her chest.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 10:36 pm
Mot laughed a bit and shook his head. "I will not be sitting on anyone's lap." He replied, intent to rely on his eyephone for entertainment if need be. "I could just as easily lean over you if I wanted to take a look outside."
Her gestures were not subtle, and were so blunt Mot's eyes couldn't help but follow. Right down to her rather exposed bosom. That plunging neckline did little to cover much, giving him a bit of a feast for he eyes.
Eyes that lingered a bit longer than he intended. He snapped out of it after a moment, blushing and turning away his gaze. "Ah geez." He mumbled, rubbing his neck and mentally reminding himself a gentlemen did not stare. "You did that on purpose didn't you.." He didn't sound disappointed or even accusing, but he did seem flustered.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 10:56 pm
“Oh boooo~” No fun, that Mot. Lap sitting would have been awesome, thank you very much.
Oh ho.
Hel’s grin widened as she watched Mot watch her and then just to confirm what he had just done, he looked away, blushing. “Purpose?” Hel gasped. “No, I would not do that!” Lie, such a lie. Her grin gave her away though. “…You know, Mot…” Hel started, getting more comfortable in her seat but paused as the train jerked a bit, and then started to leave the station. “…It is perfectly alright to stare.” Hel’s tone got very business like. “…I mean, if I did not want you staring, I would not wear tops this low, ya?” Hel knew she had an awesome rack, and she wanted to share it with the world.
Obviously.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 9:47 am
Mot turned his head slowly to Hel as she insisted and shmoozed how staring was not only appropriate, but invited. Oh Hel. Ooooh Hel. Mot rubbed his face, staring at the back of someone's seat. "While this is true.. and you have every right to flaunt, and.. quite a lot to flaunt.." Mot stammered while turning redder. "I choose not to stare.. It would be rude of me.."
His eyes flicked to her chest again before catching himself and staring ahead again. "Though I admit they are very lovely." She liked honesty right?
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 10:00 am
Yanking on Mot’s chain was great. Trolling the boil was awesome, just like she did at prom. Her grin widened. “Oh no, Mot, it is not rude at all—“ Wait…wait. Hel blinked and stared at Mot…did he just…just…compliment them? Oh ho. A slow, evil grin pulled at her lips now. Mot had sealed his fate with that honest compliment. She would never stop dogging him now.
“Why thank you, Mot~” Hel purred, leaning towards the boil now. “…You know…they are not only good to look at…but they are very nice to rest your head on as well, for napping and such, ya know?” She patted the top of her chest. “You should try…it is going to be a bit of a ride after all.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 10:12 am
Mot stared down as she leaned on him, his eyes naturally drifting down her shirt as much as he tried to focus them on her face, or at least the top of her head. She was making it very difficult to be a prude.
"Wh--" Mot remained a furious shade of red, looking around for anyone nearby or in ear shot before settling back on Hel. "Bu... I..." Honestly? That sounded nice. They looked so comfy. But they were in a public transit setting! That sort of thing just seemed so lude and... and..
Mot began biting his nails. "I.. do not need sleep.. or rest..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 10:19 am
“Mot…” Hel started, watching as he looked around. “…No one on this train cares.” So smug. “They are not paying attention to you or me…and what are the odds that you will see any of these beings again?”
She blinked as he started to bite his nails, and Hel reached out to take his hands on hers to get him to stop. She’d never seen him do that before, and it certainly wasn’t a good habit to get into. “But…you should just try it, ya? See if you like it or not…” Oh, horrible, so horrible.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 10:24 am
"That is true.." If he were a passenger who noticed someone doing that he'd simply carry on with his own business.
Hel wouldn't be offering unless she wanted him to do this. It was all him putting the reigns on it. Him and his social convictions, his inhibitions. Mot had his hand taken from his nail biting, with no fight put up against it. "Well.." He flicked his gaze down again. "...Fine." he conceded with a resigned sigh. This was just one of those walls of his he needed to break down anyway. One small step, right?
Gently, he rested his head down on her chest. It felt as magical as he imagined it would.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 10:37 am
The reaper stared up at him with wide, waiting eyes.
She did it. Hel almost couldn’t believe it. Her lips pulled into a wide smile as Mot lowered his hand and gently rested it on her chest. Awww. She felt her heart swell a bit and she gently released his hands and brought them up. One arm curled around Mot’s shoulders and the other cupped the back of his head, cradling him and encouraging him to lean more. “I like this.” She murmured happily.
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