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 Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 7:29 am
Mot smiled affectionately, appreciating the truly kind words Lizzy said."Thanks Lizzy. And for what its worth, you're an amazing person as well." He complimented back. He wasn't sure if anyone had told her that or not before, but she needed to hear it.
Mot nodded, agreeing it was getting late. "That'd be best. Thank you for your help. I'll try and replace the treats FooFoo devoured." FooFoo innocently cocked its head, then made a mad dash for the closet.
Mot thought for a moment. "Did you need me to walk you home? Or will you be alright?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 7:36 am
"Aww, thank you," Her expression softened and she couldn't resist giving him another hug - a quick one this time! - before giggling as FooFoo 'escaped' the scene, "It's fine~ I have plenty in my room since DC eats a lot whenever I'm over... Maybe you should start giving FooFoo treats as a bribe, to avoid history from repeating itself~"
She smiled, genuinely touched that he was actually worried about her although she had already established that her problems were just... Well, silly ghoul problems.
"I'm alright!" She nodded, her smile growing a little as she made her way towards the door, "I appreciate the offer though!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 7:38 am
At the suggestion of MOAR SNACKS, a few yips were heard from the closet. Mot laughed. "Maybe I should."
"Alright." Mot relented, beating Lizzy to the door, and opening for her. "I'll see you later, then."
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 7:50 am
"They're really handy," She grinned at the yipping before walking out the door, pausing briefly to address the boil one last time, "And you stopped fidgeting with your bangs a while ago despite being without a hat~ I sense progress!" She giggled, "See you!"
Walking home alone will allow her time to think for sure...
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 7:51 am
Mot blinked, not doing much for a moment and looking baffled. He hadn't? Had he been that comfortable without his hat? He smiled, waving as she left, and closed the door.
After she left, out of habit, he played with his bangs.
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