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Welp. He hadn't been expecting that.

Mot sputtered a bit after having coffee spat all over his face, wiping it off with his gloved hand before taking a couple napkins to it. But, hey~ at least he got more eyescream. That made it all better.

The reaper quickly finished his first bowl then moved on to the new one, happily nomming on it as Gene seemed to process what she just heard. "How.." Mot mused, licking his lips and tilting his head upward.

"How indeed.." His mind buzzed about, the gears turning a little quicker than usual. "Train maybe? Possibly. Training won't do much good. They're much too powerful. They killed a teacher. Tore her apart. Nothing but dust." He said quickly, eyes darting back down to his eyescream for another bite.

He seemed... different. As if someone put him on fast forward.

"Once you know it's a hunter, you best just run for your life. Fighting them is suicide. Don't start a fight you can't win. ad idea. bad idea." His bowl was empty now. Barely enough time had passed to even allow it to melt.

He giggled to himself then, clapping his hand on the table. "Ah yes~. We're all screwed!" He laughed out loud.

He stopped suddenly, looking very serious as he leaned in. "More coffee? No? No perhaps I've had too much. Always they say. Such a shame. I feel great. Wanna go for a run? No? Yes? I feel like the day has just begun! So much to do and see."

"Aw....Okay!" Mot agree readily. He'd just have to find more coffee later. Delicious coffee.

"Like it? I don't hate it It's not my idea of fun. I am most obliged to accompany you though! I'll escort a nice young lady shopping if she so desires. Shall we?" He shot up from his chair, offering his arm like a true gentlemen.

...If true gentlemen spoke so quickly an auctioneer would be jealous.

Mot didn't mind helping with shopping. In fact he even offered to hold anything while Gene gallivanted about the store. He gave as much opinion as he could, but considering his responses were really just "that's nice!" and "looks good"... he wasn't much of a judge.

On the subject of school he was a little more animated. "The best parts! Amity really does feel like home! I can't imagine life without it. I've made so many friends who I'd gladly put myself in danger for. All of the hardship I'd do again and again as long as it meant being here." Despite how honest and sincere he was being, it was a little hard to take him seriously as he spoke so quick. That caffeine high was still going strong.

"Worst parts. Worst parts would have to be...be...beeeeeee..." His head tilted side to side as he thought alooud. "Mmmmmmmmnnnnnn---Feild trips." He nodded rapidly, his looped up ponytail bobbing about as he did. "It wouldn't be so bad if everything wasn't trying to kill us or weaponize us, but you know.. hazard of being as student. Then again I've only been on one trip. Yeah maybe more security on the school would be nice. I wouldn't make a fuss were it not for the fact no one stands a chance against the hunters. Hrmmmm..."

Mot sat with Gene on the bench. The topic really was depressing, though maybe Mot would have been a little more down if he weren't hopped up on caffeine. Regardless, he was happy for the change in subject.

"Me?" Stuff Mot liked to do? He hummed with thought, rubbing his chin as he stared out into the mall.

"I like arcades! Those are fun, especially the shooting and racing games. Oh wow, I haven't been to one in a really long time!" He realized suddenly, looking surprised. "Busy busy I guess...."

The coffee was sure to wear off at some point.

But that some point was not now.

Mot led the way to the arcades, his mind buzzing with excitement. "This will be great! Some fun and exciting video games to escape our dreary school life for a while! Last time I went to an arcade.. was with Lizzy? Did go any time after that? Geez, I don't think I did! How awful. Do you know Lizzy? She's an awesome friend of mine. Aw, but I haven't seen her in a long while! I hope she's okay.. I must see her to make sure she's okay later! AH! I can text her!" Mot rambled, getting out his cell as he walked and texting Lizzy.



The speed in which he managed to spit out that message and not make any spelling mistakes was astounding.

"Message sent!" He pocketed the device and turned to Gene. "Turn! We're here!"

Mot was also excited. So excited. He hugged Gene back, almost tempted to swing her around like a record. Actually, he did. Then set her down as he headed into the arcade. The smell was a bit much, but the lights distracted him enough to ignore it.

"There are some seedy characters in here. Stick close, Gene. I can't have a lady get lost in such a place." He looked down and offered a grin. "I'll protect you." Caffeine high or not, he was still a gentlemen.

"Okay!" Time to choose a game. Mot led the ghoul through the swarms of people, taking her hand so no one could separate them. "This one!" Mot pointed to a pair of machines that had some kind of racing game.

"What!? Oh you are ON!" Honestly it was win win for Mot! He didn't mind helping Gene fight, though honestly he wasn't the best person to go to on the subject. Still, maybe he could teach her how to defend herself enough to allow escape?

He sat down in the next game chair, staring as Gene fed the machine a seed before he could. He was being treated by a lady! Ooooh he'd get her next time! The next game was on him. He chose a red colored Venom GT, and sat back as the timer started.

He won! He won!! HE GETS A WHOLE PINT OF COFFEE EYESCREAM!! "YEEHAW!" Mot called out, gloved fists up in the air in victory. He grinned at Gene, then followed as she led them to their next challenge.

Dancing.

"I love dancing!" Mot grinned, rocking on his heels as he waited for the dancers to finish. "Hmmmm.. wager..." Bets made everything more fun. His old gambling addiction itching to be brought out.
A big part of him wanted to ask for more eyescream, even though he knew he'd end up awake at ridiculous hours cradling an empty bucket of eyescream with pupils the size of a sewing pin's point. Then again, he was always awake at ridiculous hours.

"If you win, I'll treat you to milkshakes. And if I win? You have toooo..." He tapped his chin with thought. "You have to wear a paper mache cowboil hat for a day."

Ah! The others were done. Mot leaped up to the dance pad, popping in a couple seeds before gene had a chance to.