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Hel heaved a heavy sigh after she closed the door to Freya’s room, though it was soon followed by a pained hiss. She got her lip split again, and that was a b***h. The reaper looked over her arms, noting all the bites, scrapes, cuts, and bruises already forming, and decided that she didn’t even want to see what was covered that got hit. She especially didn’t want to see her face. She then reached up to touch her busted lip, and groaned as her fingers came back that dark, dark red. All down the front of her tunic too…

Greaaaaaat.

The reaper sighed again, and was about to go deposit her leather portfolio in her room until she paused in the hall. Wait…she didn’t have anymore aspirin. Damn. She glanced at Mot’s door, and then slid her gaze over to Mac’s. Mac would have some…right? Maybe. She really wanted some. Wanted some aspirin enough to get over the possible questioning that might occur.

Better start thinking of a cover story now…

Hel made her way over to his door and raised a fist, knocking.

Hel was still pondering some kind of story, until she heard Mac’s voice call out. She briefly thought about maybe ditching his door, but…ah. Oh well. It wasn’t like she could avoid him until it all went away. She came in after another moment, stepping into his room and closing the door behind her, and waited, resting her hands on her hips for the time being.

She shouldn’t have been surprised at his expression. “Uh…” She laughed then, and it trailed off awkwardly. “…Umm…” Oh s**t. She let it hang too long. She couldn’t think of a good excuse. She reached out and played patty-cake with Mac’s hands, and then grinned at him, which hurt her split lip further. “I have a headache.” Smooth Hel, smooth. “Do you have any aspirin I may have?”

Somehow, that annoyed expression fit better on his face than worry…though she found the worry to be very touching. She just kept grinning. “Ya…I do not think that is possible.” She replied cheerfully, and after he made his silent demand, she trudged over to his bed and sat on the edge, listening as he stalked off speaking gibberish…and slamming things. He was slamming things because he was annoyed about her being beat up…?

That thought made a slow, wide, and rather silly looking smile spread across her face. As Mac would usually say…her face looked stupid right about now. The way Mac was slamming and abusing things because she was hurt made her heart swell in her chest. Speaking of which…the reaper pulled off her orange tunic and looked over her long sleeve shirt underneath. Okay, pretty blood free. Good. She placed the tunic on her lap, and when Mac returned with the water and painkillers, she just gave him that goofy smile and took the items from him. Hel popped the pills into her mouth, and downed them quickly with one swig of water. “Thanks.” She replied, and then set to bunching up her tunic, and pouring the rest of the water onto it.

Using the material as a make shift wet-rag, she wiped her face and down her front, as well as her arms, just to clean herself up from the blood. Still, she himmed and hawed about how to answer him. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of getting the s**t beat out of her, because she wasn’t…she just felt like she needed to protect her sister in a weird way.

Hel grinned at him again, and pressed the wet tunic against her bottom lip. “Neh, Mac? Let us go to the batting cages today! I really want to go! It is my treat, and then after, you owe me sushi dinner from when I beat your a** in skree ball!”

She didn’t answer his question.

If Hel was worried about how much angrier Mac was getting, it didn’t show. She was used to pissing people off, sadly…and more often than not she was going to scramble to make amends. Now was probably no exception. Right now, though, she was also just paying attention to his actions. That rather in depth and squishy conversation she had with Gramps was vivid in her head. Actions speak louder than words.

When told to get out, the reaper made no movement, except the slight wobble as Mac flopped onto the bed next to her, and then proceeded to ignore her. Hel stared at him for a moment, and then wiped her face once more with her tunic before she let it fall to the floor. The ghoul then shifted, and flopped right into Mac’s back. Hel buried her face against the side of his neck, and slung her arms over his shoulders. Good thing she was Hel, and hardly listened to what she was told anyways.

“I stuck my junk in the scisbird enclosure.” Came Hel’s muffled answer. “It was rabid. I told her I would not attend her wedding and she flipped her s**t.” On Hel.

“Yaaaaaaaaaaa. I know.” Hel refused to be shaken off though as Mac rolled his shoulders, and instead of looping her arms over his shoulders, she shifted and hooked her arms under his to hold onto him better. She turned her head to drag her lips against his ear and temple, and sighed softly. “I am sorry.” She murmured. “I did not want you to worry.” She then moved her head to rest her chin on top of his head.

“Please Mac, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease can we go to the batting cages, and then to sushi, and then when it gets dark, can we go on the water? Pleeeeeeeeease? I will do anything!”

“No, you.” Hel retorted, and pressed one sloppy kiss behind his ear before she did stop. “Uuuugh, I aaaaaaaaaam sorry!” She groaned, flopping her head back on top of his, and snorted. “It sounded like a good idea at the time, and fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine if….er…when I show up at your door beaten and bloody again, I will spout off what happened immediately…barring being unconscious. Is that good?” She felt his stare, and looked back into the television as well so that she could see his face. She gave a thoughtful hum. “Alright.” She affirmed. “You have my word that anything applies at any given time you decide to call it in.” While she didn’t like to have things hanging over her head…it was something she was starting to get accustomed to with Mac.

At his less angry grumbling, Hel couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear, and she also took a moment, not moving yet, to just think over the events that had just transpired. She had made him worry, pissed him off, and he did put on a show of ignoring her…but he had still been listening to her, even if he acted like he wasn’t. Despite all that, he was also still doing what she had asked of him as well. Hel’s grin fell and she blinked, staring wide eyed at the TV.

…Gramps was right. Actions.

Welp…there came that stupid infatuated smile again. Followed by Hel squeezing him tightly, with both her arms and her legs, since she still had him in her hold. “Thank you for being you.” She uttered happily, and then immediately after released him and rolled off of him. She scooped her tunic off of the floor, and skittered out to return to her room to change.

The reaper made quick business cleaning up and changing her clothes. A long sleeved lace shirt replaced and covered most of those marks she had earned herself, but there was really nothing she could do for her busted lip. Oh well. At least it stopped bleeding.

Hel marched back into his room, and right up next to him, and stared at his game, and then at his controller. She then proceeded to button mash. “Okay! Time to go!” She announced.

“I am helping!” Hel insisted. She watched the little character on the screen spazz out from all the button mashing, not to mention all the menus that would pop up and down and up and down. She could only cackle proudly in reply to the brat comment because it was oh so true, and blinked once she realized she wasn’t button mashing anymore. “Hey! I was hel—ACK!” Was the surprised cry Hel let out before she was pulled down.

The ghoul was quick to immediately wrap her legs around his waist to anchor herself since he got her wrists, and she was wiggling and squirming each and every way possible to avoid being pinned. “Noooooooo!” She wailed…though it wasn’t very convincing considering she was laughing already, and tried to pull her wrists out of his hold. “I am fragile like glass!” She choked, laughing even more.