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He had a good point. While she liked crowds.. being indoors too long would drive her mad. "Ja, I feels the sames. Needs teh fly or I go crazy." She felt the nudge, and her feet started to move with equivalent steps to him, or at least, she attempted it. She failed often enough to have her stumbling every few steps, bursting with a random giggle every time she felt his leg bump into hers or her heel get caught on the toe of his shoe. They were just barely coordinated enough to get by, but she stopped them anyway. "Here, we tries this." Her feet turned a little, and rested as much as possible on his feet. They turned just enough to keep the heels off of him, however, as they were sharp and would have hurt. The rest of her feet rested on his, and she hopped up, tightening his hold around her waist.

"Okays, captain. Yeh has the wheel."

"Yeh does have wings." She muttered, only half paying attention as her eyes were focused very sternly on her legs, keeping them loose enough to move with him and keeping her feet on top of his. Her hand lifted up and waved carelessly behind her. "They're right here."

When they arrived at the store, Freya's hands lifted up in the air victoriously as she crowed out- "HALLO, STORE!"

She even waited a moment, as if expecting the store to respond just as jubilantly as her.

Somebody coughed.

Dropping her hands and hopping off of Kettil's feet, Freya slid her fingers into his hand and started weaving through the clothing store. "I thinks, we goes.. over here, this ways.. no that is pants, hah... okays I sees coats over there!" She took a hard right turn, tugging him violently in the process.

Freya had to stop when she heard him ask that, turning around and giving him a dubious stare and a roll of the eyes. "Everything of mine is yehrs, Hooter." She told him, as if he was such an idiot for not realizing that sooner. She surged forward again, taking him on a journey through the coat racks, and finally letting his hand go to slip her fingers through them all greedily. She had to feeel them to find the right one for her Kettil.

"Is easy." She murmured, her eyes still on the coats. "Yeh gets the kinds I tells yeh teh gets."

Freya was a woman who knew what she wanted.

Freya had already pulled out one coat, and was pulling out a second when she watched him poking around in the coats, and lost her concentration. When Freya shopped, she zoned in on the details of the fabrics, the labels, the styles, the price, everything tabulated in her head in this glorious perfect table of information that designated which items were worth trying on and which weren't, but her figures and tables crumbled in her brain when she watched him standing there, his fingers flicking between coats. Those sweet, innocent eyes gazing curiously at the coats as they passed. The way his thick lips parted just slightly, pulling in a breath. Her hands slowly put the second coat on her arm, but she was sufficiently and thoroughly distracted, staring at just how beautiful her Kettil was.

And he was hers now.

Her hands reached out, randomly flicking against a coat, pulling it off the rack, without even looking at it anymore.

The coat she'd haphazardly pulled out without looking fell from her fingertips, slumping onto the floor in a puddle. Freya's cheeks flushed with color when his eyes caught her staring, and leaned in to kiss her. She didn't mean to get caught, but if this was what she got for it..

Soon, all the coats fell to the ground, as her arms wrapped up around his shoulders, pulling him in for another kiss that was indecent for public eyes. Freya always managed to go just a step too far.

When she pulled away, a flushed and hazy looking ghoul smiled up at him goofily, her eyes fluttering and her expression covered in a very heady cloud of young love.

"Everything, is, perfect." She murmured in a slurred, almost drunken voice.

And just like that, the haze of the moment snapped in two, as someone tried to grab the coats Freya had picked out. The sweet, sappy, lovesick ghoul in Kettil's arms transformed into something vicious, still in his arms, as she turned and hissed at the person. "Those are mines, I puts them down for a second but they are mines." She growled, clearly very possessive about clothing - not that this was any surprise. She climbed out of Kettil's arms and tried to pick up the coats - suddenly realizing the third one, the one she'd chosen without looking, was a whole damn mess of buttons and fleece, and something she would rather have burned than put on Kettil's perfect body. She threw that one at the other customers face. "Except that one. Yeh can has that one."

Freya's feathers were still ruffled when Kettil kissed her cheek, and she was watching that customer, watching them real good, until he was out of sight.

Once the coats were deemed safe, Freya turned back around, and grinned brightly up at her boil as if she hadn't just turned into a harpy. "Then yeh tries these two on for me, and lets me sees which ones makes me wants teh rips it off yeh faster. That is a good sign!"