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 Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 9:36 pm
It was a rather quiet evening, all things considered, and Hel didn’t feel like sitting at her loom anymore that night. It was still early in the evening to not call it bed time yet, but late enough that she didn’t want to go out either. That being said, Hel flung her door open and peered out into the hall, noting that under the gap of Mot’s door, light could be seen.
She grinned a bit and hopped across the hall. Company was always welcomed, especially Mot’s, even after their rather serious and then downright silly discussion last time. No matter what happened, she just couldn’t help but gravitate back to the cowboil. Why, she didn’t know, and trying to figure it out was frustrating, so for now, she just went with it. Not bothering to knock, Hel just poked her torso in. Clad in nothing but an old tank top and bloomers with her hair pulled back into a single braid, she smiled a bit at the cowboil.
“Hands where I can see them ~ !”
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 9:41 pm
Mot had just had a shower when Hel barged in. Dressed in nothing but his pajama bottoms, his damp hair touseled and draped across his bare shoulders. He turned from his spot on the bed, a small book in hand.
He had not been expecting company, hence his terribly disheveled state of dress. Or undress, as it were. Dear me, this was not how a gentlemen should be seen.
Mot said nothing, though his expression was one of surprise. Mot set down his book and raised both hands.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 9:49 pm
If Mot looked surprised, Hel looked surprised too.
Mot rarely wore such little clothing…unless he was swimming, and even then it had been like pulling teeth. She stood in the doorway, staring at him, until she finally snapped out of it and shook her head. The ghoul stepped into the room, closing the door behind her with a chuckle. “Goodness, Mot!” She exclaimed, “Did I die and go to Valhalla, to see you in such a state of undress?” She waltzed up to the bed and picked up his little book.
“What are you beating your brain with now?” She totally didn’t bother to look at the cover. “Why are there never a lot of pictures in here?” She also questioned, leafing through it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 9:54 pm
Mot flushed lightly, though it remained private, considering he was still warm from the shower. "Sorry.. I was not expecting company, and the nights are hotter in summer so.." He trailed off, scratching his shoulder. "I will put something on if you give me a moment." Mot tended to be shy about his body, even around Hel.
"That is.. the DETH scout hand book.. I am brushing up on some of the badge requirements. They're.. well I am not certain I will attain most of them. But.. it is important to know about humans. That is where Fear is born from, after all." He explained, with mild enthusiasm. "After all.. if indeed I am able to get into the ranks of the Boogeymen in the department I am aiming for, it will be important to know.."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:00 pm
Hel was now waving the book around with one hand, and moved the other to keep Mot pinned to the bed, resting her hand firmly on his chest. “Ah, ah, please, no need to put clothes on for my account, seriously.” She winked at him, and then furrowed her brows at the book.
“DETH?” She paused, “You mean that group of pacifist human hugging pus—“ Here, Hel actually had the decency to stop and actually think. Oh snap. Mot sounded really excited about his, and he had mentioned something about a department in the Boogeymen about it. “…You are considering the Boogeymen again?” She asked, looking surprised and hopeful. Please say his dream had been rekindled…
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:09 pm
Mot stopped from getting up as he felt that hand on his bare chest, his terra cotta eyes staring up through strings of black hair. She seemed almost eager to keep him like this. He couldn't complain. He was comfortable, after all. Warm night was warm, and shirtless was the way to go.
Mot's face fell as Hel spoke. He knew his views were not popular but, to hear the ghoul he loved say it so blatantly hurt badly. She'd caught herself, but not before the damage was done. Mot looked down, biting his lip.
"I am.." He murmured, wringing his hands together. "They um..." He swallowed hard, trying not to let himself feel so hurt. "They have seperate departments for things, I learned in a lecture. There are a few I am interested in. One is being a Fear Healer.. so I could run into the fray for those I care about, and still be of help." After all, it had been eating him alive. He wanted to help his friends, but he needed more than just ideals to help.
Mot continued, "Another is Fear harvesting, or the Regulating of Fear harvesting. As a grim reaper, those speak to me."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:27 pm
Aw s**t. She knew she had said too much, even if she had stopped. Hel felt bad, seeing Mot look so hurt, and it was because of her.
Always her. Never not her. Her heart hurt for a brief moment and she stopped waving the book around to just hold onto it as she stared down and bit her lip for a moment in thought. Not even five minutes in his presence and she upset him by being herself.
Her hand left his chest to rub the back of her neck. “…I am sorry.” She murmured, frowning, and stood there a bit awkwardly. “…It is just…absurd for me to fathom a view that wants to ******** hug false reapers…with all that they have taken...” Hel muttered quietly, her hand now reaching to rub one of her scars on her back. She shifted her weight before sighing a bit, glancing at Mot briefly before she climbed onto the bed next to him. Hel dropped the book between his crossed legs, and kept crawling until she squeezed between him and the wall.
The ghoul then positioned her legs on either side of him, and leaned against the wall. Her two toned arms reached out to wrap around his bare shoulder and she pulled him back to lean against her, sighing softly against one of his ears. “I see…” She murmured, and was silent for a moment before she spoke up again.
“…Tell me more.”
Hopefully Mot would appreciate Hel’s way of trying to understand his point of view. Asking questions about it meant she was being encouraging and supportive, right?
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:46 pm
"No! No not the hunters, Hel.. they aren't even really... human." Mot defended, trailing off timidly. Lizzy had said that the professor mentioned the Hunters being a mix of Fear, and were no longer fully human. "I am not sold on the hugging aspect but.. I must put myself in uncomfortable situations in order to better learn and understand.."
Mot watched as Hel crawled behind him, a minor sound escaping his throat as she pulled him back. His head rested on her... ahem.. ample chest. However, in the privacy of his own room, he didn't feel so skittish about it. It was comfortable. Warm. The murmur against his ear making his head spin pleasantly.
"Um... more.. uh.." He stammered softly, trying to get his brain to function again. "Well.. in the meantime, while learning about the source of Fear, I am still training my body like Shun taught me. I am attempting to eat properly, like yourself and Gene suggested.. I sleep on a regular basis and.." He cleared his throat.
"Well anyway, my point is.. while my interests are not in fighting, it is important to be prepared. I am simply relieved I don't have to be a fighter to be a Boogeyman."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:59 pm
“…Not even really human…?” Hel echoed, her brows furrowing. She seemed relieved that Mot wasn’t sold on the hugging part, and nodded her head in agreement at the fact that he needed to put himself in uncomfortable situations to learn. That he did.
As the cowboil settled and spoke, Hel rested her head against his, and her arms stayed wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers idly tracing random patterns on his skin, across his chest as she listened. “Ah…” She murmured again. “…I see…that is very go—wait.” Her brows furrowed, and her hands tightened their hold on him. “…Who is Gene?” Never mind that she had heard of the ghoul through Groanspring and threatened her for giving Mot coffee. She had forgotten, and it had been a while, and why was Mot taking food advice from her?
Jealous, much?
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:03 pm
"Not entirely?" Mot scratched his chin. "I don't know for sure.."
Mot flinched as her gentle hold suddenly got tighter. "Gene is my friend.." Mot said worriedly. "Why?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:07 pm
Suddenly Hunters took a back seat.
“…Just a friend of yours?” Way to be subtle Hel. Not.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:09 pm
"Yes?" Mot quirked a brow, staring up at the ghoul. "Why do you ask?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:12 pm
Okay, she felt a bit better.
Until Mot asked why.
Oh s**t.
“Just curious!” Hel shot back. “It is not like I am jealous or something, that is absurd! I have no reason to be!” Wait. Hel paused for a moment, and then scowled. “DAMN IT!” Ratted herself out.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:18 pm
Oh no he didn’t just give her that knowing smirk.
Well, somewhere in the back of Hel’s mind, it informed her that it was very attractive to see Mot smirking. That part was drowned out by the anger that he was smirking at her because he knew and said nothing to reassure her otherwise. She scowled again, staring down at him now. Her head dipped in closer.
“Wipe that smirk off your face, cowboil.” She growled lowly.
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