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Mot stretched his hands over his head as he reached the top of the stairs that led to the roof of the school. What a long day it had been. The school was stuffy, and he needed some fresh air. Escape the daily grind for a break. With a small bag of jerky sticking out of one of his belt's pouches, he emerged onto the roof, only to find he wasn't alone.

It was Gene! His coffee companion. A grin formed on his lips immediately. "Howdy, Gene!" He called out, waving a hand. Memories of the dream he'd had trickled through still. But it was just a dream, right? Yeah, just a weird dream. Still, seeing flashes of a crying Gene strangling him to death did leave some haunting feelings.

"Do you mind some company?" He asked as he jogged forward.

Mot grinned wider, slowing down now that he was nearby. He leaned against a jagged, gothic iron railing that kept wandering students from falling off the roof top, pulling out the small bag of jerky.

"I've been well. Other than a terribly haunting dream the other night." He chuckled and pulled out a strip of jerky. "Its hard enough for me to sleep let alone something so vivid scaring me witless."

"How have you been fairing Gene?"

"It was less a nightmare and more... hm.. well I suppose a mix of a dream and nightmare. I don't remember feeling scared in it, but when I woke up I felt.. heavy?" Like the weight of someone's emotions had been cast upon him. "But a dream is just a dream. I've had much worse nightmares in the past."

His insomnia was certainly not as constant as it once had been, but it did tend to come around once in a while every so often. It didn't stop him from training. Mot hadn't really noticed yet that his work was paying off, the change so gradual he simply missed it. It wouldn't be too long before he realized his slim shirts were not fitting as loosely as they once did.

"Is there something on your mind? We're alone up here, so why not talk to me? I like listening." He smiled fondly.

Oh, was it story time? Well, okay! Mot nodded with a smile and had himself a sit down next to Gene, turning himself just enough so he could look at her while she spoke.

Chewing lightly on some jerky, he waved a hand in a flourished gesture for her to talk. He'd be your wall, Gene. Or your stuffed toy or whatever ghouls used to talk things out at.

She thought about him? Mot was flattered, but curious. What was it about him that made her think of him often?

Mot gasped lightly, leaning forward as she did. "I had the same dream! Did.. do you think everyone else did too?" Maybe this was a much bigger situation.

"Wait... so then.." The tears. The sad goodbye. Those came back too. Mot had wondered why he'd dream about Gene in such a way.. but if this was some incident from a higher power..? Maybe it had really happened. Stranger things have happened.

"You said a lot of really nice things about me in that dream.." He managed to say, but remembered it was Gene that was trying to get something off her chest. "So.. is the dream why.. I'm on your mind?"

As Gene explained, everything about that dream became much more clear. The memories of the figment only went so far into the details, and the nature of his existence now made sense too. Of course it figured Medea was somehow involved...

So they'd had him killed over and over in an attempt to save him? It was.. thoughtful. while being on the receiving end had been its own brand of misery, to see someone you cared about be put through so much was just as bad.

She wanted to protect him? Mot didn't know until this dream that she felt so strongly. After all, all they ever did together was drink coffee. And the occasional water gun fight in a toy store. To know she would be there, and do what needed to be done because she cared? It was so heart warming. Being able to do that was a difficult thing, to put her feelings on the back burner for the greater good. It was something he often lacked the strength to do.

"Sorted it out?" Mot echoed, feeling that Gene had more to say even still.

At first, Mot was about to chuckle and say that he liked her too. But then he remembered the context. The build up.

Oh.. it was.. THAT sort of like.

Mot's eyes locked on to Gene's, his pale face going pink. Wow. She liked him? It.. made him feel really warm inside. He'd not had a shred of romantic musings since breaking up with Hel. Not a one. It had been as if romance died from his heart. Yet here was a pretty fantastic and quirky, positive ghoul saying she liked him that way.

It restarted the rusty cogs in his heart.

The reaper smiled bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. "Wow.. I didn't know you felt that way. I'm really flattered."

How should he answer her feelings? He'd not seen her in a romantic light before, but after hearing her say that? Well, little details about her seemed a little louder. Wait.. was that a new hair cut? How did he not see that before? She was always cute, but now..

There was only one way to find out if he liked her in that way.

"Well.. would you like to go out? I mean.. I already think you're fun and great to talk to. You make me feel at ease and comfortable. I don't know if my feelings can match yours, but I'd like to try." He gave a hopeful smile, warm and caring. "If its you, then I honestly would love to."