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 Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 1:21 am
Kettil paused in his own bracelet making to cut her off a bit of sturdy string usually used for such project, "There ya go, bratface," he teased gently with a small grin.
At her response he just raised an eyebrow at her, "I got lunchmeat, I could make you a chicken sammich if you want," he countered, "otherwise I gotta go to the store to get ya what ya want."
Would he seriously go to the store just to get her a chicken for a dinner? Yep.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 1:25 am
"No, lunchmeats is no good-NO!"
Was he seriously going to go to the store just to buy her a chicken? Damn you Kettil! He called her on her bluff.
So she thought for a moment about the chicken sandwich with lunchmeat, and almost threw up over all the beads.
"Do yeh has anything light? Popcorn? Maybe?" Definitely no lunchmeat.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 1:30 am
He just smirked slightly though the smirk became concern when she looked about ready to horf as per her usual behavior as of late. It was a bit of a stumping problem for him. How to get her to eat and keep it down?
At the suggestion of popcorn he huffed slightly, "Will you let me put a light amount of butter on there?" Something with nutrients to feed her FEAR starved form.
Kettil just continued on his bracelet until she gave him a verdict, it was like bartering with someone over the price of a minipet.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 11:28 am
Her lower lip jutted out thickly. "Butter is oily, is no good for my stomachs. Comes right back up." She'd started to get the hang of what was safe, for now. She toyed with the strip of string, tugging it taut. "If yeh has a better suggestion than popcorn, maybe I tries it."
It really was like bartering.
She slipped her hands back into the beads, and sifted through them, before actually picking out some. The ones she picked out looked like little fake jewels. Blue and black and green. She started slipping them through the string.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 1:17 pm
Much like her he was trying to learn the 'rules' of what she can and can't handle (at least for now), he just quietly continued on stringing beads for the time being, "Mmmn," he responded quietly, "light salt? But that doesn't really have any value other than flavoring."
All he wanted was for Freya to be healthy.
He paused and stared down at his handiwork as if trying to judge if it was done yet or not.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 1:23 pm
Freya laughed at the offering. "No I didn't means something else teh puts on the popcorn. I meant, if yeh has another ideas for whats teh feeds me, I will listens. Like uhm.. I will eats a salad." She held the string with her teeth as she dove into the beads again, looking for something in particular. It was hard to find.
The tiny pink crystal was waiting all the way at the bottom of the pile. When she pulled out, she grunted happily and slid it onto the string, before returning to her blue, black, and green beads.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 1:28 pm
Well then, didn't he feel just a bit foolish, he snorted a bit and seemed to think over other food options. Salad seemed okay, "Like with vegetables other than just the lettuce?" he asked to make sure she wasn't tricking him into agreeing on something that might have no real value to it healthwise. "What kind of salad do you like, anyways?"
He decided to add a few more beads, while he was subtly peering over at her wrist.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 1:35 pm
Damnit.
"Nnnnghhhh, yeh can puts whatever yeh wants in it. I'm not going teh enjoy it much anyway." She muttered, pulling another bead through the string. Her eyes were so intent and focused on her work. "I don't likes salads. I means, they're okays, but I don't really likes them." The way she used to like meat. Her heart clenched at the memory. She remembered meat as though it was a lost lover.
"Yeh just makes somethings, and I will eats it, teh makes yeh happy. I'm not goings teh likes it." She rolled her eyes. "That's asking for too much."
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 1:57 pm
He peered over at her and then he leaned and kissed her cheek as he put down the bracelet he was working on, and then he wandered over toward his kitchen and started to root around in his fridge thoughtfully. She wouldn't like it, fine. Eat it to make him happy? Okay. He could deal with that.
Kettil found the things he wanted and started to put together a salad for her. It was probably a good thing he liked to eat as much as he did because he kept things stocked up nicely.
When he returned to her with the salad he brought two forks along just in case. The salad had a light dressing, some different vegetables, and the flesh of a barnyard fowl.
"Try this," he announced as he settled near her again offering her the bowl.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 2:20 pm
The bead she was weaving onto the string wobbled and fell when he pressed a kiss against her cheek. She ducked her head, hiding the smile that snuck up on her. The kiss of color that bloomed across her cheeks was impossible to hide, however. She reached in to grab a bead in the right color, now that she'd lost the one she was working on.
She put down her string very carefully when he brought her the bowl, and he took it in her hands, poking at it with one of the forks.
The first thing she noticed was the flesh of the barnyard owl. She prodded said flesh with her fork, before taking a piece. Yes, she was ignoring the vegetables for now.. there was meat in that there salad.
Old habits died hard.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 2:25 pm
He liked it when he made her blush. It was somewhat of a rare occurrence.
Kettil started to take up his string and beads again as he watched her eat from the corner of his eye, somewhat glad she didn't try to swat him for putting some sort of meat in the dish to go along with the vegetables, and now all he could do was hope she could keep it down, "Seem alright so far?" he asked quietly.
If all went well then perhaps there was hope for some shape of recovery.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 2:49 pm
She'd already started to chew the meat when he asked her. She looked up, with a piece of flesh of a barnyard fowl sticking out of her mouth, and wiggled it as it was pulled all the way inside.
"Yes." She answered, chewing thoughtfully. "My stomachs feelings okays so far."
In fact, it was feeling strong. All of her felt strong. She didn't quite understand why.
She put down the fork, and looked at the salad. Her brows furrowed in thought.
"I thinks.. I shoulds feel sicks right now, shouldn't I? I just has a fight with Herryk, and I am worried abouts him." Her head tilted slightly. "But not worried sicks." What was it about the moment that had her body fighting so hard for survival? Why did she suddenly feel like her problems weren't as real, anymore?
She poked at the salad again, before scooping up a big bite, and taking it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 3:00 pm
He held up his strung up beads thoughtfully considering the colors, his bracelet was mostly purple, black, and white. Hmm. Perhaps it was done. It still didn't seem like it was the right length, he resumed putting some more beads on as he listened to Freya, glad that she seemed to be taking well to the food.
Kettil wasn't sure what to say about her observations for a few moments as he ran his fingertips over the beads in the container, "It could be as simple as you having gained a distance from him? I dunno," he shrugged his shoulders, "but it is okay to worry about him. It is natural to. I wouldn't expect ya to just not worry about him at all."
He picked up a bead and strung it on, "Maybe ... because you get so worried an' nervous is what makes your stomach act up?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 3:12 pm
"No." Her answer was sharp, and quick. "No, no that's not it at all. I has no distance from Herryk. Is more like.."
She looked at Kettil's hands, focusing on his beadwork, before her eyes blinked in thought. "Is like I'm focused. I has teh does this. I has teh finds out what's wrongs with him. Is more important than me. More important than my body."
She plucked another bite out of her salad. Suddenly, she felt ravished. "I'm goings teh talks teh a teacher tomorrow. Or maybe teh counselor. We has a counselor, don't we?" She said all of this with a full mouth as she chewed.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 3:18 pm
Her answer didn't cause him to react poorly but he did stare at her for a long moment probably just to see how her face looked as she said how she felt, as if to get a feel for her conviction before he simply nodded in acceptance of her words, "Fair enough," he said quietly as he seemed content with the beading he'd done and started to tie off the loose ends.
"I am pretty sure we do. I've never gone to see them myself," he said with a small laugh before his expression became a bit more grim and serious, "but it is probably better than doing something yourself and risk getting hurt. I won't forgive him if he hurts you ... more than just holding your wrist too tight."
As it was Kettil was already put off by the fact that Herryk had bruised his former lover at all.
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