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 Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:29 am
Lena stared at Freya now.
"...Nine."
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:30 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:31 am
"...Eight." Lena growled out.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:32 am
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".....................Seven."
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:33 am
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"EIGHT...!" Now Lena's hands rose up to the air similarly to what Freya had done earlier.
Kettil wasn't sure what he was watching but it was pretty funny. He carefully tried not to laugh at them.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:35 am
Freya grinned, her teeth just a little too bare, and leaned back, satisfied with that response. After all, in truth, Lena and Freya were cut from the same cloth. Freya just wasn't a user.
"Okays. Seven, then. Pays her please, Kettil?"
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Well this was a special occasion.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:38 am
"Yes. Seven is good," she leaned upright and paused after the words.
Did she just agree to the lower price?
The dumbfounded expression on Lena's look was priceless.
Kettil laughed openly now as he got out seven seeds and plopped them down and took the skirt that he'd noted Freya eyeballing, "Thanks!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:41 am
Freya made grabby hands for the skirt, grasping it in her grip and pulling it to her chest. She hugged it close, cherishing it like her dearest, and waved idly behind her as Kettil carried her away.
"BYE BYES LISA!" She called out, before bending in and nuzzling her head into Kettil's shoulder. "I loves yeh." She murmured into his skin.
And she really, really did.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:44 am
He was glad to give her the skirt she desired as he turned and walked away after nodding to Lena.
Lena stared after them but called out, "IT'S LENA, DAMN IT."
Kettil smiled at her affectionate nuzzling, "I love you, too, screechie. Very much. Were to next? Did you mean it about the rings?" His voice was hopeful.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:51 am
Hearing that screech felt good, down to her bones. So of course, she ignored it.
The one thing she couldn't ignore, no matter how much she wanted to, was Kettil calling her on her little stunt earlier. He didn't seem upset that she'd used marriage as a ploy to piss Lena off - and of course, that meant he didn't think it was a ploy at all. Sweet, innocent Kettil just thought she was being serious.
Her heart throbbed painfully at the thought. Sometimes, she felt as though she was just as bad as Lena. Just as cruel. The only difference was.. she liked the idea of marrying Kettil.
One day.
"Engagement rings are super expensive." She teased. "I don't thinks either of us can affords something like that while we're still in school." She relented, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "But if yeh wants, we can goes and looks. There's no harms in lookings. And I will points out all the pretty ones I likes, and yeh can remembers for when yeh decides I'm good enough teh marry, one day."
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:55 am
He couldn't see her but he narrowed his eyes a bit with a thoughtful stare as he walked them toward the vendors that sold jewelry, "Fair enough and you are good enough. You are good enough now and you are good enough later."
Kettil wasn't going to give up.
"Will you marry me?" Kettil chirruped up at her. After all, it was a new day and thus he needed to ask her at least once, now. Look at what you started, Freya. He'd almost forgotten about it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 6:09 am
Freya slit her eyes like deadpan, glaring daggers at him. It was the only way to keep him from seeing the swell of emotion that filled her whenever she heard those words. She backed away from his back, so he couldn't feel her heart thudding painfully in her chest. And she gave him her haughtiest of looks.
"Maaaaybe." It wasn't a yes. It wasn't a no. It was a keep asking, I'm starting to like it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 6:12 am
It wasn't like Kettil was going to take no for an answer, "What must I do to turn the maybe into an absolute 'yes'?" He asked curiously.
Naturally he wasn't averse to finding out on his own, but if she had a hint or a challenge for him to perform in the meantime he was up for it. It was slowly becoming a game for him and it was a game he was very intent on winning.
One way or the other.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:17 pm
Kettil was treading dangerous territory. Of course, if he knew, he wouldn't consider it dangerous. The way his words made her heart throb painfully with excitement, the way her thoughts dizzied and almost, almost gave in. He would probably think this was all according to plan. But for Freya, it was a dangerous, thin line she was treading,
She kissed the top of his head, and squeezed him tight, giving him a crooked smile that edged with nervousness.
"Keep asking." Mm, yeah. That's what she really wanted. If she thought he'd keep asking despite her answer.. she'd probably say yes.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:22 pm
It was treading equally dangerous waters when she didn't put a limit to how many times a day he could ask. He didn't fear that it would 'lose' meaning each time he asked or even if he annoyed her by asking her repeatedly each time, Kettil simply knew that he would mean it. Each and every time he would ask her to marry him there would be sincerity and love dripping from the question.
Thus at her request he just grinned a little at the feeling of her affections and simply retorted, "Freyr Byrnhildr, will you please be my wife?"
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