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 Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 8:33 pm
It had actually been a few days since Mot heard from Gene about a certain Valkyrie not minding her own business. The reaper wanted to make sure he didn't run at her with a bullheaded bias. Pigheaded as the Valk was, she was still a dear friend. He needed to approach this with tact.
But ooooh... Hel was still in big trouble.
The reaper approached Hel's door, giving it a few knocks. "Hel? It's Mot."
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 8:38 pm
Hel…was a deep blissful sleep. She was snug and warm…and immediately sat up in bed as she heard a knock and a voice. In her groggy state, she couldn’t make it out exactly…but she knew for certain that someone was at the door. The ghoul stumbled out of bed, groaning at the lack of warmth, and rubbed her bare arms.
Hrm.
She better put something on. Answering the door naked wasn’t smart, as much as she didn’t have any shame. Hel blearily stared at the floor, and then squinted. Oh…this would do! Hel pulled a brown turtleneck sweater that certainly wasn’t hers up off of the floor and pulled it on. She tugged on the ends, pleased to find that it covered everything it needed to, and she dragged her feet over to the door.
The door opened, wide enough to reveal the ghoul, but not fully open like she usually did when she answered the door. She stared at Mot for a long moment with a sleepy lidded gaze.
“…Hey.” She finally managed to get out.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 8:58 pm
There was a mix of feeling as Hel answered the door:
1) Hel's bed head was adorable, and he almost wanted to give her a hard time about it in jest.
2) She was wearing a top that was definitly not hers.
3) That turtle neck belonged to Mac.
4) Mac is a trigger word.
Mot's brow twitched, his blood boiled. While he was in a very happy relationship, and while his personal issues were no longer in quite the turmoil they used to be... Hel and Mac was still a very sore spot in Mot's core.
The reaper gritted his teeth, trying his best to swallow that hatred deep down. He had a whole other issue that needed addressing. "Good morning, Hel. You're looking..." He wasn't sure how to finish that sentence. "Anyway. I need to talk to you about something dire, but you do not seem properly awake."
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 9:06 pm
The longer Hel stood there, the more aware she got. She didn’t miss the way Mot gritted his teeth, though she couldn’t fathom as to why he was doing that. After some time, she reached up to rub her eyes with the sleeve of the turtleneck, and then stifled a huge yawn. “Good morning, Mot.” She returned, and then offered him a smile that held an edge of sleep to it still. “…Something dire, huh…?” Her voice trailed off, and she looked back over her shoulder thoughtfully before she looked back at Mot.
“Nah, I am good. What is it?”
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 9:10 pm
Mot did feel a little bit badly. All he ever did while with Hel was nag. However, Mot needed to be sure that what transpired between her and Gene never happened again.
"I'm aware that you met with Gene. More like.. you approached her with upsetting accusations. Hel, good intentions or not, I do not take kindly to anyone threatening my ghoulfriend." Mot informed with an edge in his tone. His arched brows furrowed despite his best efforts to keep his demeanor calm.
"Do try to keep to your own business in regards to my love life."
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 9:15 pm
Hel was definitely more awake as Gene was brought up…and the ghoul couldn’t help the way her lips twitched upwards. “Oh…so she snitched, huh?” She echoed. “Snitches get stitches ~” She sang under her breath, muttering that little line to herself as her lips pulled upwards more, and then she raised a hand. “Ah…ah. Mot. I did not make any accusations. I simply stated to her my intentions. If she ******** you over in any way, I was going to ******** her up. It is not an accusation. It is fact.” She rested her hands on her hips then.
“But making sure you are happy is my business, as your friend.” Which meant more sticking her nose into his love life if she felt that she needed to.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 9:20 pm
Mot was trying very hard not to lose his cool. With every fibre in his body, every ounce of strength of his will, he would not go apeshit crazy. He would not! Even as she sing song'd a terrible melody, even if she uttered venomous words of poison.
"That is not something she needed to know, Hel. You were in the wrong." His eyes narrowed, their hue almost shifting as his emotions stirred.
"What you did does not make me happy. It makes me mad, it makes me upset. Someone I care about was made horribly uncomfortable because of you. Hel.. as a friend, I am asking you not to take my matters into your hands in the way you did. Do not threaten my ghoulfriend ever again; in any shape, way or form."
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 9:28 pm
“I am always in the wrong, Mot.” Hel replied easily. Because it was more or less true.
“Also…to be fair…this was not any matter of yours. It was a matter of mine that I was settling with Genie.” The ghoul then leaned against her door frame. “It just happened to involve you…and then she brought you into it by telling you. Also, I will threaten her again if she ******** up. If things stay pleasant the way they are now? Then you will not hear another word out of me towards her.” Thems the breaks. The ghoul was amused though, as well, to see Mot finally like…like…
Standing up for someone else and himself.
“Jack.” She mused. “Where were these balls when we were dating?”
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 9:36 pm
"Well fine then. You won't need to carry out any of those threats anyway. Gene would never <******** up." Gasp! A dirty word! Goodness gracious, Mot O'Boyle.
Defending Gene was a big priority. Mot just liked her a fair bit, let's just say. Gene had been the one with the initial crush, but the more time Mot spent with her, the more smitten he became.
"They---" Mot opened his mouth to say something to her final comment, but no words came out. He was befuddled. Taken aback. His mouth closed and brows furrowed, his eyes still in contact with hers but seeming to silently accost her.
He really wanted to make a rebuttal to that comment on his supposed lack of balls, but he had nothing.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 9:40 pm
Mot said a bad word, and Hel giggled. “So you say. I will be the judge of that.” She also couldn’t help but grin a bit as Mot seemed to be speechless about her balls comment. “Oh geeze, lighten up, will ya, Motty?” She replied, amused but a bit exasperated as she chuckled. “Better late than never right?” Her grin fell away to a small smile.
“Are you happy, Mot?”
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 9:47 pm
Better late than never? Ugh.. he had to admit he wasn't the manliest of reapers, and his confidence in the past surely didn't help his over all appeal as such.
So Hel was right this time. This time.
"At the moment? No. In general? Yes." Mot replied with a tad of sass. The long haired reaper huffed a short sigh and crossed his arms. A brow raised high, looking down at the dark skinned Valkyrie with a tired look in his eyes.
"You're exhausting as usual, Hel." While the words were harsh, the tone held the smallest amount of endearment. Very... very slight. Hel had a special talent for getting under the Grim's skin.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 9:52 pm
“Ah, good. That is all that matters. I am happy for you then, Mot.” She replied, rather genuine. The sass, the look he was giving her, it didn’t bother her. His next words also just made her smile.
“Well, glad to see at least something is consistent.” She replied cheerfully.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 10:05 pm
Mot managed a wry attempt at a smile, though his mood was slightly bettering. "Well, that was all I really came to address." His gaze dropped to the shirt she was wearing.
. . .
"I'll just leave you to whatever company you apparently left in bed then." Not that he was judging.
. . .
Okay he was judging.
"Sorry for disturbing you."
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 11:15 pm
“Ah…alright then…” Hel raised a brow as Mot seemed to be…looking her over. She waited, her brow cocked, and her lips pulled into a grin at his words. “How do you know I have company in bed?” She asked. “Maybe I just happened to have this sweater on my floor. Are you making assumptions, Mot?” She questioned, her grin wicked. Judge away, Mot. You were subject to Hel’s torment then.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 7:46 am
"I am making assumptions, yes." Mot replied with a flat expression. "Seeing as you answered the door in a dreadfully familiar turtle neck." The reaper rubbed his neck and took a step back. "But that is none of my business."
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