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 Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 2:03 pm
Freya took a left.
It was so easy to just walk up to Kettil's room. Too easy, in fact. She almost wished it was harder to get to, because it would have given her time to think. But that was the last thing she wanted, so she knocked on Kettil's door quicker than she'd meant to. Her hand pulled back, stung by her sudden action, and she let out a tiny, pathetic whine. It ended in a huff, and she steadied herself, summoning every ounce of strength she could muster.
She would not throw up today.
She would be normal.
She would be rational.
Reasonable.
Strong.
She knocked on the door again. She didn't need to, she knew he'd heard it and would be coming. But this time, her knocks were slower, and more confident. As was she.
She plastered on a little smile, and promptly put a lock of hair in her mouth to chew on. She'd forgotten to braid it back up after her flight, and now it just didn't seem to matter. The long chunks of hair just laid free and messy behind her back.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 2:15 pm
Kettil didn't get the return text from Freya until next morning, he awoke curled up in his bed with a feather from Freya's wing resting upon the screen of the eyephone, Endzela was nested nearby showing that she had been the one that brought it to him - true to her obedience to not just her Reaper but those she adored to spend time with outside of Kettil. His hand reached out and took the feather by the stem and held onto it as he stared down at the text.
'Anytime.'
It made him happy to see the text and the feather as well, it meant something to him. Getting up he shuffled off to get ready for the day, taking a shower and then stringing the feather onto one of the longer dreads that faced more toward the front where he could see it. Unlike his other feathers this one was from Freya and had their texture, color, and everything, it was something he wanted to keep near.
He was quietly shifting things around his room a bit when there came a knock rapid at first startling him as he turned and stared at the door, he'd waited too long it seemed because the knock was then followed up by a different slower one prompting him to finally walk over to answer to find Freya on the other side.
"Hey," he smiled at her almost tentatively - the smile had warmth to it but there was also uncertainty.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 2:23 pm
Freya held up her phone.
"I answers yeh lasts nights thinkings yeh wants teh talks, and I gets nothing." Her lips twisted in a smirk. "Yehr goings teh gives a ghoul a complex leavings her hangings like that."
She put the phone down when she saw the feather in his hair. It was brushing against his face, and it looked terribly annoying. Her smirk widened at the thought. Terribly annoying, just like her. Perfect.
She reached up and flicked the feather out of his face.
"So did yeh actually wants teh talks teh me, or was the next message I get goings teh be "lolz jk"?
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 2:30 pm
"I'm sorry about that, Túkut, but you took so long that I fell asleep waiting for you," he teased back with his own bit of smirk appearing on his face as he leaned on the door frame his dark green eyes glancing toward the screen of the phone but that was about all the acknowledgement he gave it. If things had been as they were before he might have grinned wider at her last comment and then closed the door in her face but it was different now. "I'm not that much of a tease," he said with a laugh (it was a lie, he totally was), as he straightened up he moved away from the door to let her in.
He was going to let her close the door behind her, for now he was going to get them both a glass of water, "You doing alright?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 2:37 pm
What, no slam of a door in her face?
Who was this man.
Freya walked inside quickly before he changed his mind, and closed the door behind her. His question was laughable, and she gave it its due. "Of course not. Hooter, the next person who asks me if I am all right, thinkings teh answer even stands a chance at being yes, is goings teh gets a sock in teh mouth. And I won't think twice if that person is yeh! Don't cares how much I likes yeh!"
She shook her fist at him and squinted her eyes in challenge, before laughing it away and flopping down on the couch.
"Watch. Yeh'll see." She sat up, and took on a very serious face. "Hello." She was obviously trying very hard to keep the accent out of her voice. "It is nice to see you miss, my name is Kettil Blacke. How are you doing? Are you all right?"
She kind of sounded like a man.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 2:48 pm
He brought the glasses of water over as she threatened to sock him in the face for asking if she was alright, his eyes rolled slightly as he set the glass down near where Freya could reach while he moved to seat himself nearby holding onto his glass peering over at her imitation of a man's voice as she spoke. It was met with a snort and his hand reaching up to shove at her arm as his voice rose to a soft falsetto, "Hellos Kettil, m'names Freya Byrnhildr, and I likes teh hit concerned peoples!"
Clearly, two could play at this game.
He took a long drink of water as if this could save him from some sort of retribution from the Valkyrie nearby.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 2:53 pm
Oh. OHHHHHHHHHHHHH NO HE DID NOT. She looked scandalized for all of a minute, before grabbing her glass, taking a sip, swishing it around her mouth, and then drinking it. She held up the glass in a toast. "Well hello there little Miss Freya. You sure are a mighty fine pretty woman there. With your hairless legs and all." She snorted once, but retained her composure instantly. "Maybe you and I can go have more than a drink one of these days. I have a little bungalo set up down by the beach, I would love to take you down there and you can hit me all you want. Because hitting means you are a strong woman and definitely isn't a bad thing." 'He' cheered the glass up, and drank from it again.
Then scratched 'his' crotch.
Was she doin it rite.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 2:58 pm
He was still drinking water when she started her retort. Was. It ended up getting spit back into his glass as he gave a small choked cough followed by laughter, he quickly sobered and cleared his throat so he could continue the falsetto, "I ams not that sorts of ghoul so gets that out of yerh heads. Both of thems."
Kettil then turned his back to her and set his glass down so he wouldn't drop it.
This was a serious game. Broken glass would be terrible.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 3:06 pm
Freya gave him a very serious look, before taking another sip of her drink. When she pulled it away, she shook her head. "No, I think you are that kind of ghoul. I think I'll just have my way with you, and you won't have anything to say about it." She slammed her drink down and put her head under his arm, attempting to pick Kettil up and fling him over her shoulder.
It was something she could have easily done, not so long ago.
But now..
After a few seconds of attempt, Freya let out a little, muffled whine while still lodged under Kettil's arm.
"Hooter.." She mumbled pathetically. "I think I hurts myself."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 3:11 pm
He wasn't sure where this was going anymore because even though he still squealed in the soft falsetto he just wasn't sure what he was going to do next if she managed to... Nope. All of the nope. Kettil lifted his arm after her whine and then the soft mumble his brow furrowed a bit. Why did they always injure themselves whey they horsed around? First he hurt his nose, then he fell out of his chair, now she hurt herself trying to be the forceful 'boil'.
...Ah well.
Kettil straightened to turn around a little and face her, "Can you move at all?" He asked with actual concern in his usual voice.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 3:18 pm
When she tried to straighten up, her back went taut with pain, and she let out a pathetic whine. "Yes but is hurtings. Helps, ohh, Hooter helps-" She held both of her hands out, trying to indicate the option to turn her around so she could lie down on the couch.
Five minutes in and she was incapacitated..
She could have cried at the how ridiculous it all was.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 3:29 pm
At that point he let out a sigh and chuckled a little bit, "We keep hurting each other physically," he smirked as he now started to move but this time to do as she indicated to him, he took her hand and helped her to lay down so she could relax a bit and hopefully ease some of the pain, "Do you need me to do anything else to ease the pain?"
He was starting to feel like maybe they should wrap themselves in bubblewrap before they come into contact with each other again.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 4:22 pm
"Yeh didn't hurts me! I hurts myself!" She corrected, the ache of her back pain still evident in her voice. When he turned her over, she let out tiny yelps with each second, until finally settling down and relaxing. She let out a sigh of relief as soon as her back stopped screaming. When she could, she turned to look at him, and gave him a guilty smile.
"Yeh gots any aspirins?" She muttered. "If not, my rooms has them. I'm sorry, Hooter.." Her pout stuck out thickly. "This is not what I meants when I comes teh sees yeh today."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 4:27 pm
"I certainly didn't help," he argued back at her with a small laugh at her correction. He was knelt near the couch so he could hear her easier. When she stated what she wanted it was a simple matter to pop back up onto his feet and disappear into his bathroom.
Rattling, crashing, cursing.
He returned victorious with a couple of aspirin in hand before he knelt back down to offer them to her along with water. Kettil hadn't answered her last comment until now, "Not what I meant when I wanted to talk with ya, either," he smiled slightly with a small chuckle, "still, it was fun to goof around as always, right?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 5:04 pm
"Ja." Freya stared at the ceiling and smiled. "I just never understands how we cans does this. Smiles, laughs.." She leaned in, took the aspirin and water from his hand, and put the pills in her mouth. Then she took a sip of water, and swallowed them. They would help her back relax enough to move, she was certain. When she handed him back the glass, the tips of her fingers brushed against his. "..feels things." She finished off lamely, unsure of how to express herself.
She put her head back down on the pillow and closed her eyes.
"When I breaks up with Thor, I was so mad. I hated everything. I breaks as many hearts as I could, as some sort of revenge for what he did teh me. I was not a very good person." She blinked and opened her eyes, sliding them to look at him warily.
"And I never smiles. Never really smiles. I had nothing teh smiles at." The hand closest to him reached up and pressed against his cheek. "Yeh makes me smile, 'jika. And I feels like I should never smiles again."
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