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Freya looked genuinely surprised that Lattice wasn't blushing like a little ghoul at the topic, once she'd explained it. It seemed she wasn't so easy to tease, after all. Maybe Freya would have to try harder. Not today, though. "I suppose it doesn't has to be in bed. We could do it ons this couch, or ins the ocean, but most people do it ins the bed. Easier to bends the body to your likings, I guess." It wasn't a topic she really knew about, but it wasn't hard to guess. Nor was it a topic she would dwell on, for too long.

"Only for your clans, hah?" Freya murmured in disappointment. She'd loved the idea of getting a tattoo, and quite frankly was about to ask Lattice to give her one - but it seemed special. Holy, even. Maybe not something she would want to just do for a friend. And that made Freya sad. "Ach, well. Suppose I cans just figures it out on my own." She muttered to herself, suddenly sliding down until she was laying in the couch once more. She sunk in, closed her eyes, and let out a little groan of comfort. "Yeh can come lay on my couch anytime yeh want, little Lattice." Freya bubbled out from the slowly sinking crevice she was starting to disappear into.

Still sinking into her couch, Freya pulled a pillow (the owl pillow in fact!) out and placed it right on her face, to keep the laughter in. Lattice was the best. She wanted to keep her forever and try to explain ******** buddies to her for all time. Could she do that? Maybe. Freya was not hard to make friends with, but she could easily see herself falling head over heels in best friendship with this ghoul. She was, quite simply, ******** don't thinks it counts if you didn't means to touch them, no. But my goodness, Lattice! I didn't know you go all outs like that! Maybe we cans have our own fun sometimes after all!"

But her laughter died when Lattice mentioned the tattoos, and she pulled the owl off and looked up at the ghoul, suddenly sober and legitimately in awe.

"You woulds do that for me?" Freya whispered, trying with little grace to wiggle out of the hole she'd melted into and sit back up beside Lattice again. "I mean, I woulds never tells anyone, of course I wouldn't!" She gasped in adoration, both her hands coming to her mouth. "But, ach, you would really do that? Just for me?"

She looked like she was going to cry - except, she wasn't. Because Freya didn't cry.

Both boils. Lattice was such a bad ghoul! Freya would have never guessed it. "Nah nah, nothing wrongs with that even if it was a little bit on purpose, yeh know? It was probably nice to touch, yeh? No harm in the touchings. Look, I show yeh." She reached out, and carefully - CAREFULLY - guided Lattice's hand over, resting the palm on her stomach. Then she placed her own hand on top, and moved Lattice's hand so that the engraver was rubbing her tummy. "Likes a puppy!" She giggled, letting the ghoul's hand go.

Freya's face pinched with emotion when Lattice hoped for them to be good friends forever. She was so excited about the idea, she could hardly contain herself. "Lattice, I makes a solemn swear that I wills be your friend forever. The Brynhildrs never go back on their swears. Never." She took this all very, very seriously.

"So tattoos!" Freya flopped back down to lay on the couch, and lifted her bare legs up to look at them critically. "What would Lattice suggest, hah? Something that says strong, fierce, unbreakable." Her face soured just slightly at the next word. "Unbeatable."

Freya looked distracted. Who wouldn't be, when someone was rubbing your tummy? There was a reason puppies always flipped over for it, it was nice. Comforting. Maybe a little childish, but there was no one to make fun of them for it. She just sunk into her couch and enjoyed the moment.

"Mmm. I likes horses, I guess. Or, ahh, hmm. Something I can live with, hah?"

There were few things in her life that she knew she could live with forever. One was her sister, Hel. The other was.. a secret. And the third was her massive, overcompensating weapon. This last one gave her a brilliant idea.

"AIYA!" She jumped up suddenly in excitement, to go summon her weapon, but it was the quick enough movement to cause trouble between the two. Lattice's arm needle sliced a thin razor line right across the side of her stomach as she did so, and she dropped back down and hissed.

"Oh, nooo.." She whined, sounding incredibly guilty. "Lattice, I thinks I mades a booboo.."

"YOU should have been careful? I was the stupids who went all AWHAA and jumped up likes I hads the jumping beans in my pants!" She reached up and cupped Lattice's cheek in her hand fondly. "It's my faults! You just don't worry, not one bits, I will go get bandaids. You sits and relax!"

She hopped back up, this time making sure it was safe before doing so, and moved the few steps necessary to head to the washing area. There was a wooden bowl, and she held it under the running sink to fill it with water before dipping a small hand towel in it to dampen it. "You sees? It was nothing but a scratch! Very tough, we Brynhildr ghouls are. We takes more than a little scratch like this before we feel anythings!" She patted the thin red line, and eventually dried it off and placed three bandaids across it in a row. They looked kind of silly, but who cared? The real problem was that her dress was cut now... and she didn't want the tear to get worse.

She gave Lattice a quick, wary glance, before deciding - after all, the ghoul said she couldn't see, right? So undressing in front of her shouldn't really be an issue. Hell, Freya would have still done it even if she could see. This just made it less awkward.

The little blue dress dropped to her feet in a moment, and she filtered through her closet looking for another. "What does Freya feels likes wearing today.. aiya! This black one, just likes your hair!" She dropped the little dress over her head, and it fell into place. A tug here and there, and she was good as new.

"I tells you whats I was going to say when I gots up, okay?" She came back to the couch, but stood in front of Lattice this time. Her hand crooked in an odd gesture, and she flared it across herself, summoning the massive weapon she called her own. When it had solidified, Freya held it proudly out to Lattice. "Looks, it is my scythe! Reaper weapons, but mines is best of course. Takes it, maybe it gives some ideas?"

"Is very nice, ja? Papa says the weapons are reflections of whats we are inside. If you feels here, you sees it has a lot of curves, and details." She led Lattice's hand to the bottom of the scythe, where the knot of curlwork was at it's greatest. It was a round, detailed cage of curves and design, and she was rather proud of it.

"Maybe it means something abouts me! But I am thinking, maybe something likes this would look nice as a tattoo. Do you agrees?"

"They do, actually." Freya hesitated, reaching down and retrieving her scythe, and holding it gently in her own hands. Her eyes rested on the blade, sharp and glimmering. "Papa says they speaks to us, they tells us their names when we first summons them. But I.. ah. Well. My sister has founds her name. Mine has not spokens to me yet. It's all right, though!" She was quick to brush away the soft sadness in her voice. "One days it will. Maybe if I gets tattoo, it wills choose to speaks to me, yes?" The idea brought a glimmer of hope to Freya's eye.

"Ja, I thinks this is the best ideas I ever has! Lattice, you will helps me hear the voice of my weapons, with your talents."

She leaned down and kissed Lattice soundly on the forehead.