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There it was, sitting on her bed, minutes after the mail had dropped it off for her. She stared at it, eyes wide and glassy, and tried to decide what to think about what she was looking at.



Herryk. Her Herryk, and Johnny Danger. Together. Like.. biblically together. She knew the trials had given them time to get to know one another, but this was..

This was..

This was awesome. Or was it horrible? SHE COULDN'T DECIDE.

She literally couldn't bother with doors and hallways at the moment. She flung herself right out of her window, taking flight immediately, and landing against the outer wall of the undead dorms, perching on Herryk's windowsill. She tapped against the window with one hand, while the magazine was still clutched in the other.

"HERRYKOPENUPITSFREYAHERRYKHEYHERRRYKKKKK"

Freya had important things to say. She had important things to say!! Ugh, but his hands were so distracting, and she'd already all but forgotten why she came to visit, other than just letting him touch her and remind her that she was loved.

OH RIGHT. LOVE. Freya batted his hands away and tried to remain serious, despite the flush that already kissed her cheeks form his wandering hands and the way her body kept trying to cling to him instead of staying still and focused.

"No no no yeh listens!" She squeaked out, forcing down her smile and trying to look serious- but only managing to look wide eyed and a little crazy. "We talks now! We talks about this!" She unfurled the magazine from her other hand and held it up to his face, which had gotten so close to hers that she'd almost threatened to lean up and kiss it instead. The magazine was a preventative measure for her just as much as it might have been for him. "Herryk!" She chirped out, sounding aghast - or was that breathless with excitement? Not even she could tell. "Are yeh.. are yeh.." The magazine lowered and she stared up at him, whispering scandalously. "Are yeh havings teh bedfights with Johnny Danger?!"

Freya gasped scandalously as Herryk called her holy scripture garbage. She reached out to try and take it back before he did anything sacreligious like throw it out, but instead he flipped it open to start reading it. She walked around to his back and jumped up, climbing onto his back and hanging off his shoulder to read with him. Her chin rested in her hands as she ate the gossip up like it was delicious, delicious cake.

"So.." She whispered carefully. "Are yeh sayings yehr not involved with Johnny Danger?" She sounded startlingly disappointed. "But it says right here that yehr livings together.." She sucked in a breath and started looking around frantically. "IS HE HERE?"

"I'M NOT UPSET!" Freya's voice got so high pitched that a glass somewhere cracked. "Hahaha, don't be silly, baby boil! Of course I am glad yehr just mine, and not sliding yehr hands all over Johnny Danger oh-" She almost fell off Herryk's shoulders at the thought. "Uhhhhm.. maybe yeh should asks him why he saids it? Maybe he is hiding his real love.. MAYBE IT'S EMILY OH MY GODS-" Now she did swoon right off of him, dropping to the floor rather hard and squirming around in a fit of giggles. "That would be so romantics~"

Freya propped herself up on her elbows, and looked up at Herryk with a plain expression of amusement. "Herryk. Looks at that magazine. Now looks at me. Now looks at that magazine. Now backs teh me. Why would I be upset about this, when I already know, beyonds a shadow of a doubts, that my baby boil will always loves me?" She shook her head and snatched the magazine back, flopping down to her back and immediately opening to read the article. "I has nothings teh worry about. Besides, if yeh were making intimates with Johnny Danger? I don't knows if I could blames yeh." She sighed wistfully.

It was obvious that the magazine had gotten things wrong - but the question was, did Johnny Danger really say something to spark the gossip? And if so.. did Johnny Danger have a crush on her baby boil?

Again, just as she couldn't blame Herryk, neither could she blame Johnny Danger for being helpless to Herryk's charms. Just being around the tall, dark slab of man-meat made Freya feel funny. "Sooo.. I mean, do yeh thinks yehr friends with him, at least?" Even being friends with Johnny Danger is so hot.

Freya giggled at the jealousy in Herryk's voice. She put down the magazine and bit her lower lip. "Yehr right. I'm terrible. Clearly yeh should teach me a lesson on who, exactly, Herryk actually enjoys playing the intimates with." A single brow rose, and she started to sneak back, very slowly. "Iiffffffffffff.. yeh can even catch me."

And she bolted.

Freya let out a shameless moan when he squeezed her bottom, but serious Herryk was serious, and that meant she wasn't convincing him to teach her anything. So she rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, hanging off his body bonelessly and burying her face into his chest.

"Then just aaaaasks him, silly baby boil!" Freya drawled out dramatically, butting her head against the hard wall of chest in front of her. She stopped, and looked up at him with a serious face of her own. "Asks him while I'm here. Asks him to comes to yehr room alone, while I'm here, okays, and then-" FREYA STOP FANTASIZING. ".. and then just asks him.

She smiled up at him innocently.

This time, it was a screech and not a moan that left Freya when she was hefted over Herryk's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The nerve of this one, carrying her around like his property! She struggled, trying to wiggle her way out of his grasp, while being well aware of how pointless it was. "No yeh can't, yehr not even givings me a head start! That's not fair! I calls fouls on the game! FOULS I SAY!"

She'd be calling fouls soon enough, she was sure.