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Freya did not know if Hel would be okay with Kettil having her number. It was a good question.

"Of cooourse she will. She is my sisters. And yehr my-" It still felt weird to say it, or rather, to not say best friend, when moments like this came up. She had to pause, physically pause just to say it right. When she did, it sounded disjointed, and maybe a little silly.

"Boil.. friend."

She played it off smooooth, she was sure.

(She really didn't.)

When he rubbed the back of his neck, she put her hand on it and did it, too. It wasn't some romantic gesture, she was just mimicking his movements playfully, touching him where he touched himself. She poked at the blushing skin, wondering what it was for, when he explained.

Newaka. She remembered hearing that before. Where was it... oh yes.

Freya stretched out her wings behind her, let them unfurl slowly, and then curled them up around both herself and Kettil, while she hugged him from behind.

"That's a beautiful word. I always used teh wonders what it meant when yeh calls her that." Freya murmured. Her voice lowered to a whisper. "Yeh don't has teh calls me that, if it reminds yeh of her. I don't cares if yeh calls me yehr ghoulfriend, or 'that dumb blonde that hangs around me too much'."*

Disclaimer: This was a lie never call her that.

She hadn't expected the title to move to her. She knew Kettil felt a certain way about her, but that did not mean he was anywhere close to giving up on Lark. She just assumed anything that had to do with her.. would stay hers.

Her arms tightened around Kettil, resting her chin thoughtfully on his shoulder as he picked up his phone. There was a tiny, content little smile on her face when he turned the phone to her, and she read it.

...

Smiling time was over.

She picked the phone out of his hands, and texted a very quick reply.



Then she deleted the text quickly and handed it back to him.

"It says that Hel is a giant b***h who wishes she was as lucky as me." She responded, kissing his cheek.

He was content right along side her at least that was until she saw the text and her reaction was very curious indeed. It was almost disappointing when he didn't get to see what she had texted in return but he did lean into the kiss on the cheek as she explained her version of the translation, "Mmmn, I somehow doubt that, Freya," he sounded doubtful. For one thing the word 'Hel' was no where in that text and for another thing?

Why would she delete her response afterward?

Kettil didn't get to ponder it long as another text came from Hel, "Uhhh," he held the phone back up to Freya. "Seriously, what is she saying?"

Freya's response made him raise an eyebrow and then her nuzzling and kissing at his neck just made him blush all that much more, "Mmhm, if we're being good then it won't be for long," he laughed a bit as he fiddled with his phone as he stared down at Hel's number.

Finally he decided to send her one more text.



"If you're ready to go, I am~," He announced after the text was sent, it wasn't meant to be witty or clever but if Hel was going to just treat him as nothing then he would just continue to let her keep thinking that for now until time dictated otherwise.

He made a good point.

"I am always ready for shoppings!" Freya bounded up to her feet, being particularly careful to not ask him what he texted. She instead grabbed his phone, closed it, and slid it very carefully into his pocket. Then she took both of his hands and pulled him up to his feet. "Yeh makes sure teh wears good shoes, okays? Lots of walkings. I am wearing my best walking shoes!"

She lifted one leg up behind her. On her foot was a pair of blue pumps. Only two inches of heel. Only!

AND THEN THEY WERE OUT THE DOOR LIKE WOOSH.

Freya knew the exact amount of steps it took to get from the reaper dorm, to the maul. She knew the exact shortest path. She knew the easiest places to trip. She knew the one spot under a shady tree, where the light reflected off the autumn colors just right and made everything turn orange. And she shared each and every one of these things with Kettil as she took him to the maul. It was a first, on many regards, and she looked as though she would absolutely burst with enjoyment any minute.

But finally, they were at the maul itself, and she stood in front of the giant set of buildings with her hands clasped under her chin.

She sighed deeply.

This was home.

"Jealous." She sighed out lovingly, blowing it a kiss. Then she took his hand, and tugged it forward. "Come on! I want to sees if Forever 6 Feet Under is havings a sale today. Is usually on Moondays, but maybe.."

But before she could get to the store in question, she slowly veered him straight towards the middle of the maul, where shops had been set up temporarily to sell themed goods. It was a small festival, filled with baubles and useless trinkets meant to delight the eye and impair the judgement.