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"Damn straight I promised an' I intend ta keep it," he assured her as he just simply hugged her and gave a small twirl and then he too was suddenly paying attention to the music, the lyrics seeping into his consciousness despite him not really doing anything romantic with Freya beyond just giving her a hug.

Friends can hug, shut up music.

He made a small silly face crossing his eyes as he pulled back a bit from Freya, "I think that's enough dancing for us, eh?" Kettil offered a bit of an awkward laugh.

Freya was so, so ready to give in to that awkward feeling that made her want to pull away and run back into Herryk's arms, when Kettil voiced her exact thoughts. But it was because of that, because it was Kettil who'd done it, that made her stubborn spirits rise in retaliation.

"The song ain't over, Hooter." She grumbled stubbornly, clamping her hands down and keeping him locked in her hold. "I am not lettings this get weirds. Yehr my best friend, and I needs yeh. So yeh shuts up and dance until this long haired cornballs finishes his songs in his blue jeans and terrible wardrobes."

Okay, she had gotten a little sidetracked at the end. It was the thought that counted.

Compliment after compliment. If Kettil knew any better, he'd be insulting her instead, and bringing back the levity of the moment before. But Kettil didn't know any better, because he was Kettil. Too sweet, too innocent, too completely clueless. That was Kettil, all right.

Her foot bent and she pushed her heel down on one of his toes. "Yeh, I keeps yeh ons them all right." She chuckled quietly, and then put her head on his shoulder.

"I don't knows if I'd be lonelier, but I knows I'd be missings something." She poked his chest with her finger. "But I'm not. Cause yehr here. So we're good."

Her head lifted, and she smirked. "We're here."

Freya nodded in solid agreement, and as she heard the last few strains of the song, she slowed, preparing to actually end their dance. She was, indeed, lulled into a false sense of security - and when the poke came at her side, she let out the most deafening screech, wiggling away from the offending finger and giggling furiously.

"OH. OH YEH THINKS YEH GETS AWAY WITH THAT, DOES YEH?" She yelled, careless of anyone too close. Couples locked in romantic embraces, enjoying the end of the song, were completely disturbed by her outburst.

"I think yeh forgets who yehr dealings with, little boil." Freya's face took on a frightening quality - the grin was feral, and her eyes flashed with challenge. Then both hands turned into claws, and Kettil was tickled into oblivion.

"TASTE MY RAGE! BWAHAHA!"

"OH I THINK I JUST GOT AWAY WITH IT, GHOULIE," he blared back at her laughing and he'd been about to make a run for it right for Lark when suddenly Freya was upon him and tickling him and until she touched a couple of key spots upon his sides and parts of his stomach he had been immune and he let out a fit of helpless laughter and squirming as he pushed a bit at Freya.

Yet, the defiance was not tickled out of him, "YOUR RAGE TASTES A BIT BLAND, GOLDILOCKS," he called out with laughter.

A bit more wiggling, a bit more squirming he reached out to try and determinedly poke at her side that was in reach, "AUGH."

I got passion in my veins and I ain't afraid to show it~.

That was way better and less awkward even though he was being tickled by her as he tried to grasp at her wrists to attempt to stop her tickling tirade, "Ya sure? Cause all I'm tastin' is water and unseasoned mashed p'taters," he taunted with a defiant (but helpless) laugh.

Kettil shifted and tried to go out of her reach he flicked a glance around trying to find Lark and soon enough he caught sight of her, "Hey look...Lark and Herryk over there," this wasn't a trick tactic as much as an observation of wonderment as if he'd just seen a double rainbow fracs (what does it mean).

There was a small strangled sound as she managed to headlock him and he began to struggle a bit until she started moving forward. He was not the type that could safely detach his head so he walked with her or risk being dragged along by the one flouncing over to their love interests. As he hung there for a moment he just grinned up toward Herryk and Lark as he was presented to them in the guise of a 'gift'.

Once let go he straightened up and tried to right his mask again and various parts of the costume he paused glancing over at Freya, "Sorry, Princess Goldilocks but I ain't lettin' ya stuff p'taters up m'rear, not even for all the silver seeds in the world."

He moved to get closer to Lark, "Hope yer not upset with me leavin' like that, Newák'a."

Kettil would make it up to her, yes he would.