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 Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 4:03 am
And he loved her for all her batshit craziness.
He laughed because he was quite thoroughly amused at her reaction. Kettil waved at one of the waitstaff who he recognized upon entering and then led his ghoulfriend to his favorite table. It happened to be by a rather lovely stained-glass window portraying an owl quietly perched on a branch backed by some moonlit scenery.
"This right here was m'favorite seat and thus my favorite window." He pulled out a chair for her to sit on, "Have a seat~."
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 11:33 pm
Freya waved at the same staff, too. Because Kettil had done it. And she was mimicking everything he did, while they were inside this restaurant.
Stopping at the stained glass window, she stared in open mouthed awe. "I wants that." She whispered, dropping down heavily onto the seat he pulled out for her. "I wants one just like it, one day. In fact I wants stained glass in general. Look how pretty!!" She practically squealed, reaching out to try and touch it.
A menu distracted her, and she picked it up, oohing and aahing in approval. Then she put down the menu, and gave him a ridiculously toothy grin.
"Yeh orders for me, whatever yeh usually eats!" She demanded.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 1:55 am
If any of the staff thought Freya to be strange it didn't show but they did wave back and greet her. They seemed pretty quick to realize that the Valkyrie was with their usual customer.
Kettil peered over the menu options and then glanced over at Freya with a raised eyebrow, "You sure you want to subject yourself to my taste in food?"
It wasn't that Kettil ate anything horrible, at least he thought, but there was a chance that it might upset her stomach again. He shifted in his seat a bit, "How about I order something and we share it, just to make sure you don't get sick on it?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 2:22 am
Freya looked offended. She huffed, and she puffed, and she blew his house down folded her arms in front of her stubbornly. "What, now yeh thinks I can't handles myself hah? No, yeh orders me somethings and I will sits here, and shows yeh how good I am at eatings. I wants my own. Yeh orders!" She tapped at the menu with an impatient finger.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 2:25 am
He stared at her for a long, long time.
Not because he felt bad about apparently having offended her, but he was weighing some options. Weighing them good.
He remembered what happened on the train, Freya. Don't think he forgot.
Kettil then waved over one of the wait staff, "Two nacho platters with everything...Except no olives. Those are nasty. Also? Could ya get us some waters?"
The waiter nodded and toddled off.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 2:41 am
Freya stared right back, and huffed with pride when he finally gave in and ordered for her.
Nachos.
So that was the kind of thing Kettil liked to-
Nachos.
Freya's stomach tightened in realization, and her skin paled to white. She gulped, and turned away, staring up at the window and trying not to think about all that.. cheese.. fat.. sauce..
She would not throw up. She would not throw up. She would not throw up.
"So." Her voice cracked, and she cleared it. "Yeh don't like olives, hah?" Small talk. Not thinking about throwing up. Nope.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 2:46 am
He stared at her and watched as her skin paled and how she reacted. Kettil loved her to much to be a sadist just to teach her a lesson.
"Yeah, olives are nasty," he said amiably. The waiter returned with their drinks he made a change to the order.
Kettil smiled up at the waiter, "Change one of those nacho platters into Maya's chicken sandwich specials, could ya?"
The waiter paused a moment, "The one with light dressing, that ya get sometimes?"
The boil nodded and beamed brightly at the waiter.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 3:03 am
Freya was busy fiddling with the corner of the tablecloth when the water came, and she grabbed her glass, gulping a sip down quickly to settle her stomach. The glass froze in mid-sip when she realized what he was doing, and she was torn. Half of her was already getting riled up that Kettil was giving up before she'd even had the chance to try. The other half of her felt pure relief at the change, and a throbbing sense of affection for the boil who couldn't watch her suffer. She whimpered, as the two sides of her warred with one another, and she put her water down.
".. So, yeh eatings chicken, then?"
It was a mix of both. The relief was still evident, but she couldn't help but tease him about changing the order.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 3:11 am
The waiter left.
"Oh I'm still getting the nachos and you're free to try them with me if you feel up to it," Kettil said simply. He wasn't going to just hog the whole thing to himself Kettil simply didn't work that way. "Just I think you might like the chicken a bit better."
It was the truth.
"You don't have to try to eat everything that I eat. I know your stomach will hate you for it if you try," He said simply with a small smile. "You have to work up to it and there was nothing in the world that would let me sit here and watch you suffer and not be able to eat what is in front of you."
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 3:50 am
Freya squished her nose up, and tried to look upset, and annoyed, and all sorts of unhappy. It just came out looking constipated.
Finally, she gave up and let out a harsh sigh, sticking her tongue out at him and slumping down in her seat. She had no argument to his words because they were right. They were right, and they were sweet, and they were caring, and she couldn't even tease him anymore about it.
So she just sulked, and sulked, and slumped, and slumped..
And slid off of her seat onto the floor underneath the table.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 3:58 am
He was simply watching her, waiting for the next challenge.
It never came.
Instead she slumped and slumped and then disappeared under the table. Kettil bent to peer at her where she ended up, "Dunno if you're aware of this, but your butt belongs in a seat, Miss Byrnhildr."
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:21 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 3:19 am
He was prepared for many things but not for the bite on his calf.
Kettil tensed up and then dramatically fell onto the floor from his seat and just laid there as if she had literally just killed him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 7:45 am
Freya peeked her head out to inspect the dead body, and giggled as she poked it with her finger. "I'm not a vampire, Hooter, I dinnit kills yeh. And if I did, I am still eatings yehr nachos."
So there.
"And my butt belongs anywheres I says it does, for yehr information!" She slid back up to her chair, because it was her decision. Then she took her napkin and covered Kettils face with it.
"So young. What a waste. He will be missed."
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 7:51 am
Kettil didn't respond to her words until after she covered her face with a napkin and suddenly he lurched into movement and ended up draping himself over her lap, at least partially, the table got in the way for him to do any proper draping. The napkin lay on the floor, forgotten. RIP napkin.
The boil lightly nuzzled a part of her thigh, "Good thing I am still alive, still. I tricked you!" He grinned with a small tease.
"So tell me where your butt belongs, I am curious." Kettil drawled happily. People were staring a bit but he didn't care. He was with Freya.
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