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Maybe Hel was picking up on some bad habits from Mac…like…not participating in school trips. Not that she was aware of anything, really. She had been a shut in during Fright Night, and anything else…well, she’d just been preoccupied with focusing on herself…and her stupid sister. Hel was putting the finishing rows on her foxfire blanket when there were knocks on her door, and the reaper paused, looking up.

Huh. Interesting. Who could it be?

Hel leapt up from her loom and made her way to the door. “I am coming ~!” She called out, and a moment later her door swung open. Hel stared at the tall reaper on the other side for a long moment, surprise clearly evident on her face. One, when was the last time Mot ever knocked on her door to see her, and second…he looked like…well…not so good. After a moment, the reaper snapped out of it, shaking her head a bit as her short chopped locks went flying each and everyway.

She reached out and grasped his wrist, pulling him into her room. “Want some hot apple cider?” She questioned, upbeat.

Hel grinned a bit as she pulled Mot into the room, and once the grim was in, she closed the door behind her with a push of her bare foot.

She then dragged the boil over to her bed, where she pointed at the floor in front of it. That was where he needed to sit, and luckily, Hel did not catch that nearly fatal slip in words. Instead, she just beamed back at the boil, grinning widely. “Ya think so?” She questioned, reaching up to brush her hand against the bottom of her locks, across the back of her neck. She then left Mot to his own devices for a moment, getting out two hearty mugs and filling with them (non-alcoholic) apple cider. She then popped the mugs into the microwave, and waited until they were done before pulling them out, sprinkling some cinnamon on top.

Hel came back over, and offered one of the mugs to the cowboil. “How have you been?”

“Well, thank you.” Hel seemed satisfied that Mot liked her hair, and after handing him the mug, she took a sip of her own and then placed it on her night stand. The ghoul then climbed onto the bed and settled right behind Mot, placing her legs on other side of him. The reaper grabbed his braid, and started to gently undo it, smoothing out the knotted hair with her fingers as she unraveled it. Her brows furrowed at his words. “What? There was another field trip?” She questioned, dismayed and in disbelief, until she paused entirely at his next words.

“…What?”

Hel busied herself with unknotting Mot’s hair, her brows furrowing as she listened to the boil. “No…I did not attend Fright Night…but I have seen the fog…” Her brows furrowed even more as Mot went on. Students getting absorbed and transformed? A warped Haunted House? The scythe reaper!? RED!?

At the end of his speech, Hel planted her hands on his shoulders and leaned until her head popped into his vision, upside down. Her face was utterly etched in disbelief. “WHAAAAAAT!?” She cried.

It wasn’t that Hel didn’t believe him…she was just…in shock. Red…Red who had died on a field trip a year ago…was alive? The ghoul stared at him wide eyed for a moment longer before she flopped back onto the bed, and her fingers tangled themselves into his hair once more, working on smoothing out the knots again. She was rather perplexed by all of this, and made note to start listening to the talk that would no doubt start circulating soon.

“…Uh…” Hel shrugged. “I dunno. I do not really keep track of the days and nights anymore, Motty. Just been busy…”

Hel paused.

“…Uhhhh…” Why did she seem caught off guard at that question? Like she was…guilty of something? She had been rather busy at one thing in particular as of late like keeping it in the family… But that was something Mot definitely didn’t need to know.

“…Uh…ya know…Hel things…heh…” She reached up to rub the back of her neck. “I am almost finished with my foxfire blanket…been training, like usual…working on swimming and ah…parkour…riding my sister’s a**…ya know…things…” She paused. “…Are you alright, Mot?” You know, all things considered.

Crisis averted, huzzah!

“Oh..ya, certainly!” Hel nodded her head a bit, but wasn’t ready to move yet, since she was still working on Mot’s hair, and didn’t want to be interrupted by that. “…Ah…thank you, Mot. I truly appreciate that.” That comment brought a genuine smile to Hel’s face as she was now running her fingers easily through his hair, and actually started a bit at the cowboil’s…enthusiasm. Woah…she never heard Mot sound so chipper coming back from a school event…

Oh…that was why. Boogeymen. Go figure.

The ghoul let the raven locks fall from her fingers as Mot turned around to face her, and she rested her hands on her knees as she stared down at him. She stared at him for a long moment before she laughed, amused. “…That is wonderful! Neh, Mot…do you not want to inspire someone like that, some day?”