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 Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 5:22 pm
For a change of scenery, Mot was in the courtyard of Amityville. Under a tree he was whittling away at a sign he was working on for Gene and Xiu; a sign for their future cafe. The breeze was warm, and the day was calm. It was a perfect moment of solitary bliss.
For now, anyway.
His poncho had been laid out to sit on like a picnic blanket, his long hair tied back into a high placed ponytail. Every so often the breeze would blow his bangs across his face, breaking his concentration on his work. He'd huff and blow the strands away, and return to whittling.
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 5:51 pm
Mot was under the tree…Hel was in the tree.
What as she doing? Only Jack knew…but it was Hel, so whatever the reason, it wasn’t all that surprising. The ghoul poked her head out from the leaves…upside down, and stared at Mot. She blinked, and was silent for a long moment before she boomed.
“OI!”
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 5:55 pm
This was not the first time a ghoul surprised him while in a tree. Honestly, how was it he felt at ease under a tree anymore was a mystery that would never be solved. But like each and every time it happened, and this time was no different, Mot was scared out of his socks.
"AAAAH!!!" Mot yelped, luckily not in the middle of chiseling something. "Jeepers, Hel! I could have lost a finger!" He yelled at the ghoul with an expression mixed with frustration and left over fear.
Mostly fear.
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 6:32 pm
Hel made a face as Mot screamed…like a little ghoul.
“Ah, Mot…you would not have lost it!” Hel informed, wagging an upside down finger at him. “You would have cut it off! What are you doing whittling out here, anyways?”
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 6:48 pm
Hel and her sass received a look.  He shrugged it off soon after and set his whittling aside. "I desired a change of scenery. And FooFoo was in an annoying sort of mood." Yes, he left behind his mini pet. Likely the pet was now chewing a shoe or scuttling into the mini pet closet to harass the other pets. "This is a stupid question but.. why were you in the tree?" Likely it was simply because she wanted to be.
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 7:00 pm
Hel had the proper response to Mot’s stern look.  That’s right. She was the epitome of sexy and mature. She laughed, and then nodded her head a bit…as odd as it was upside down. “Same!” She replied, in regards to the question about the tree. “Just a change of scenery…yanno, trees are the highest I can get now a days…” Without wings was the unsaid part, but she was sure that Mot would get it. He was sensitive enough like that. “…Yanno…you are worried about me causing you to lose a finger…but…” She gestured at his bangs and hair. “Maybe you should be more concerned about your hair! It is all over the place!”
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 7:05 pm
. . .
"Hel, ew." Mot turned his nose away at the vulgar display, huffing indignantly.
His face remained turned away, thoughtfully remaining quiet as she mentioned heights. It wasn't often he was reminded of that incident, as important and traumatic as it was. Sometimes he forgot that she did indeed once have wings.
His gaze flicked up as she brought up the finger, followed by the hair. His brows furrowed, "All over the place? It isn't that windy..." But then he had a thought. Was she saying it was over grown?
"I rather like my hair like this though.."
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 9:08 pm
“Oh, whatever, Mot.” Hel snorted. “You have seen worse, I am sure.” She grinned, and wiped her finger off on her apron. After a moment, there was a rustling of leaves, followed by a loud thump as Hel let herself fall from the tree. She landed on her feet though, of course, and strode up to the grim, leaning and running her hands through his hair. “Damn, Motty! You have certainly gotten shaggy since the last time I have seen you!”
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 3:01 pm
"Shaggy?" Mot frowned. He didn't want to look shaggy! He was supposed to look fantastic! Or even mysterious and whimsical! Majestic, even! Or at least suave? "So I really look shaggy?"
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 5:10 pm
Hel was still running her hands through Mot’s hair, pulling as much as she could onto the top, and just holding it. Wow…his hair had really grew…like…a lot. She remembered back when they were first years and seconds…and his hair had been a lot shorter. “Uh, ya…it is pretty shaggy…” Hel made a face. “Not only shaggy…but a not sexy shaggy…like…it is getting so long and heavy, it is going flat. Very boring.” She tried fluffing his hair, though it didn’t do much.
“…But mine though, mine is a sexy shaggy!”
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 5:16 pm
Oh no...
Oh NO!
Not a sexy shaggy? His hair was flat and listless? He thought straight hair was elegant! In a manly way of course. Mot frowned deeply as she ran her fingers through his hair some more, playing with a lock or two that had fallen out of place.
"You do have very nice hair.." Mot said without accepting the sexy comment. It was choppy but somehow it worked, right?
But gosh was he ever disheartened to find out his hair was not sexy. Not that he considered himself a sexy guy, but there was always that silent hope.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 2:34 pm
“Ya, I do…but do not tell Mac I think so, I will never ******** hear the end of it.” She snorted, and played with Mot’s hair a bit more before she let it fall. The ghoul stepped back, and clapped her hands, because she had a brilliant idea. “I know what to do!” She cried.
“You should get a hair cut, Motty!”
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 2:48 pm
Mot chuckled. As if he'd talk to Mac. At least not voluntarily.
Mot's head lifted as Hel rose up, his brows raising in response to her idea. "Gee... I haven't had it cut in at least 2 years.." He laughed and flipped his ponytail behind him. "I suppose I am due for it after all."
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 2:54 pm
“Your hair grows like a weed.” She laughed. “Ya! Go get it cut, then! But make sure it is still long enough so that I can make a little braid out of it.” Look at that Hel, making demands that pleased her. Of course.
“I mean, it will grow back if you do not like it…but I think you should!” She beamed.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 2:56 pm
"Oh? Suddenly this haircut seems less for me and more for you." Mot said with a sassy expression. "I am not so sure I wish to go through with it anymore." He was mostly teasing. Mostly.
"Any suggestions, since my hair is so important to you?"
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