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 Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 10:14 pm
He was nervous. Fidgety.
Running around in his dorm like a maniac while Endzela watched him with a bit of amusement as he put on a shirt only to discard it and currently he was wearing only one shoe having forgotten about it in a sudden moment of fret when he thought that the shirt was too nice to wear on an outing where he and Lark were going to end up in scarefari for their picnic.
"You were never this nervous with other ghouls," Endzela pointed out with a small tilt to her head.
Kettil paused as he buttoned up the shirt he'd newly settled on, "They weren't Lark," he said simply with a small shrug, "has she seen me wear this yet?"
Endzela helpfully stared at him and didn't respond.
Letting out a groan he started to take the shirt off before Endzela interrupted, "It looks fine, besides you keep this up you will never get the other shoe on and you'll be late and she'll drag you out by your dreads," she pointed out in a cheerful tone.
The Muut paused a little his fingertips fiddling at the shirt button as if weighing his options before he flopped down on his bed and reached for the other shoe to put it on. He paused at the mirror to fuss at his hair and the feathers a bit more. He'd made sure the dreads look nice and had a better arrangement, "You sure you're going to be okay, Endy? I mean Freya is down the hall but..."
"I'll be fine. I'll go visit her but the question is will you be alright without me?" Endzela pointed out smugly.
Kettil shrugged a bit, "Probably not but then we aren't separated the way we were when I sent you to visit Freya. I'll...be okay. You sure you don't want to just be tucked away?"
"Very," Endzela said flatly and then began to straighten out the feathers on her wings.
The boil wandered over to his Owl after he finished getting ready and gently pet at her chest leaning to kiss the top of her head, "Wish me luck then," he said cheerfully.
Endzela leaned up and gave his cheek a small n**, "Luck~. Now get out of here."
With a small salute Kettil scurried out of his room and knocked on Lark's door. He patiently waited for an answer.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 10:31 pm
Lark hadn't been nervous or fidgety. She'd been impatient. How long had she waited for this exact day to happen? It felt like forever. It was also probably why the door swung open immediately at his knock. She took in the sight of Kettil, brows lifting in question. Lark held her arms out to her side; she hadn't worn anything special - anything at all.
It made her curious to see what the boil standing before her had planned.
"Yer right snappy, ain'tcha?" Lark frowned. "Am I s'posed t'dress up like .. nice or somethin'?" She hoped not. She didn't own anything nice. She didn't even own a jackin' dress. Lark's lips pinched shut. She waited expectantly for an answer, brows still stretched upwards.
Well, she also leaned in and pressed a super-quick kiss against his lips -- but after that she continued kind of scowling at him as she waited for an answer.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 10:36 pm
Oh great she was scowling at him. Cause he dressed nice. Jack damn it.
He blushed a bit and he shifted his shoulders, "Is it a crime that I wanted to look nice for ya?" Kettil asked pausing only briefly to return the kiss with a small smile. "You don't gotta wear nothin' you don't want to, Lar, you're always beautiful to me."
Was he talking out of his a**? Just a little bit but he said this with sincerity. Lark could wear a paper bag and nothing else and he'd still think she was pretty.
In fact a baser part of him wanted her to just wear nothing at all but he ignored that thought dutifully.
"You ready to head out?" he asked blushing just a little at his own thoughts.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 10:49 pm
Lark chuckled roughly as she grabbed her hat and crammed it on her head. She wouldn't lie - she'd never really worn a dress and far as she could see, there was no reason to start now. Until something came along to change her mind, that's just the way things were going to stay.
Kettil, on the other hand, could keep dressing up like a fancy man. Lark kind of liked it. Okay, she really liked it - and the fact that he'd done it for her? It was pretty sweet of him.
"Ready t'go," she stepped through the door, securing it behind her.
"Where we headin', anyway?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 11:08 pm
Kettil wasn't going to force Lark to wear anything she wanted to ever and so he just waited until she stepped through the door pausing a little at her question, "Well ya mentioned somethin' about wanting a picnic at the Scarefari so I was thinkin' we could grab some food and just eat there and maybe we could um..."
Dating was suddenly difficult.
He offered her a hand of his to hold onto, "I dunno, we could do a walk about and just have a nice time of it, yeah?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 10:40 am
Lark instantly threaded her fingers through his, grinning at him. She had to admit, watching him kind of squirm was .. well, it was pretty fun. It was nice to be able to feel relaxed around him. He was hers, and she no longer had to hide her feelings.
She had a lot of feelings. They were hard to hide.
"That sounds like a good idea, then," Lark gave his hand a squeeze. "If ya had told me what ya had planned I could'a packed us a basket." Her nose wrinkled slightly as she leaned to rest her head against his shoulder. Affection? Lark has it. In spades.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 10:59 am
And squirm he did. If Kettil had known what she was thinking he'd probably call her a sadist in the most affectionate way ever. He held onto her hand after she threaded her fingers through his and started walking with her down the hall so they could get to where they needed to be he let out a small hum at her words, "Well, why work yourself to the bone for something I suggested, Newák'a? If anything I should have done some preparation but...I am not as good as you in the kitchen."
Unless it was breakfast. He could make some wonderful pancakes and waffles.
"Besides if we're going to hike around we don't really want to have to cart around baskets and stuff around." He added thoughtfully.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 11:06 am
"I got a pack," she chuckled softly, tugging his arm so that it rested around her shoulders. Lark re-threaded her fingers though his, their hands resting comfortably against her shoulder. Her other arm, the one that had previously been holding his, wrapped around Kettil's waist.
This. This was perfection.
Lark gave a happy little hum as they walked along. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded as she just simply enjoyed his company. "Yer th'boss, then," the ghoul said blissfully, content to let him take control.
For now.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 11:12 am
He gave a small laugh, "Pssh~, now you tell me," he teased gently as he just allowed Lark to do whatever she wanted with his limbs pausing only a moment until everything seemed settled and then resumed walking with her he paused a second time only long enough to open a door so they could exit and continue walking on their merry way.
"I get to be the boss? Hmm. So much power, I might go corrupt," he said thoughtfully as he turned his head to see the top of her had he reached with his free hand and snagged the hat and kissed the top of her head after he placed it on his own head. If he was the boss he was going to wear the hat, then.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 11:23 am
Lark's hair had never been the most ... agreeable thing, and that much was made obvious when Kettil snatched her hat. Instead of screeching and grabbing for her hat, Lark merely snuggled her head closer to his shoulder as she enjoyed the weight of his arm against her.
"Don't lose it," was the only warning Kettil got - if it could even be called a warning. More like a happy, breathless little sound.
"Where d'ya want t'get food at, hmm?" Not like she cared. They could just walk like this for the rest of their lives and Lark would be perfectly content.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 11:32 am
He'd been expecting some sort of uproar but he had gotten none other than the warning from the rather cuddly Lark. He just grinned, "Never," he said in response. There was something rather delightful about this.
Why hadn't they done this sooner? Because he was being a moron at the time, that's why.
Kettil shifted his free shoulder into a shrug, "We could go pick up somethin' at the maul or maybe find a nice little sandwich place?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 11:41 am
"Sandwiches," Lark trilled softly, tightening her arm around his waist. She was glad that he was done being silly and had come to realize what he really wanted - her. This was so much nicer than thinking about him playing kissy-face with other ghouls.
"It's a picnic, right? Y'bring a blanket?" That's what happened on picnics. You sat around on blankets and ate food and kissed.
Okay not the last part, but Lark was planning on making that happen anyway.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 2:03 pm
"Sandwiches it is," he grinned a bit. As they left campus grounds he started looking around for various places they could get their meal from and rubbed the back of his neck giving a small sound that signified how foolish he felt just then, "well, y'see. I went ahead and picked a spot and got blanket and some drinks there but I didn't think about the food at the time."
Mostly because by the time he decided to get ready for the date it was a bit too late to worry about fussing with the food and it then slipped his mind until Lark said something.
...Such is the life of a Kettil.
"Was hopin' our first date would go a bit more smoothly, huh?" He said sounding like he felt bad about this whole ordeal just then which he did.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 2:33 pm
"'unno what'y mean. This is goin' smooth's glass." Smooth. As. Glass.
Honestly, there had been no bumps to speak of. Food was pretty inconsequential. So were blankets, really. She could sit on the ground and kiss Kettil. Or in the sand. Or in water. Lark didn't really care.
"Seems t'me y'got a good plan, yeah?"
In all honesty, just standing around plastered to Kettil's side sounded perfect to Lark.
"Y'smell nice."
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 2:55 pm
He blinked as she assured him things were going smoothly but then again it was hard for him to be certain since it almost seemed like everything was going wrong. Everything needed to be perfect and it just didn't seem to be coming together, "Oh I guess so. Still I..."
The boil paused when she told him he smelt nice and he broke into a ridiculous grin and completely forgot what he was about to say, "Thanks. You always smell nice," he said in return. It was true that he thought she smelt nice even back home but now her smell was also kind of nostalgic not that he went around sniffing her but still he liked her scent.
"Almost tempted to just camp out at the Scarefari, y'know like we used to when we were little, just campin' outside." He said thoughtfully.
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